Last Saturday, our family reenacted our own version of The Caine Mutiny. No strawberries, no ball bearings only a trip to the recycling center. That trip became the focal point of much drama.
Earlier in the day, we’d worked the fine crew of the USS Sturgeon at the reverse vending machines over in Portland. The lure of the return deposit offered in Oregon found our ship of intrepid adventurers sailing across the river driven by the promise of monetary return. Sadly, return deposit isn’t what it used to be.