Already it is 3;30 am, and the light in the sky is recycled light reflected from the moon. I am light headed, light hearted and thinking of ways to increase my recycling income with lighter materials. Recycling seems to have an inverse age-weight relationshsip: when I was twenty, seventy pounds seemed light. Now that I am 70+, twenty pounds seems heavy. I have always liked recycling home clothes dryers. They are lightweight, easy to lift, and since lightweight, the money they bring is no strain on the wallet, and you don't have to waste time looking for some place to spend it. The treasure hunting aspect of home clothes dryer recycling is often overlooked, or maybe unknown. Back in the Great Old Days when steel was half a cent per pound, copper was 15-25 cents per pound, and gasoline was under 4 cents per pound or 25 cents per gallon, a fellow could strenuously make five dollars in a day by "junking". That would buy him a 15 cent cola, a twenty-nine cent McBurger, and fill his tank up with gasoline to repeat the Hunt-N-Haul game. Clothes dryers used to be constructed so that they worked until they broke or died or didn't work. This meant the rollers got rolled and worn; the shaft bearings got warn so that the tub got wobbly and that created a tiny gap in the seals of the lint catcher or the barrel edges. This allowed coins, diamond rings, and other things to slip out of the tumbler into oblivion when the pockets were not emptied. (NO, this is not where missing socks ent er the fifth dimension). Did I mention that paper Federal Reserve notes and even an occasional silver certificate redeemable for actual silver could be recovered when dismantling a clothes dryer. Now that I am doing e-scrap, I keep reading about these bitcoins. So far I haven't found any, no matter how much crypto-mining scrap I have handled. I don't even know what a bitcoin looks like. I thought I had found one, once, but it was jut an ugly coin that looked like a stop sign with Susan B. Anthony's visage on it, the size of a good ole two-bit coin that inspired the mantra of the 20th century: "shave and a haircut, two bits" But I haven't given up on my search for the illusive (illusionary) bit coin, even though I haven't heard even a single tinkle when I shake the mining scrap. I read how hundreds and thousands of crypto-mining machines have to run for days and weeks doing useless work (is that a new trend, replacing mining employeees who do nothing useful but lean on their shovels with machines who do nothing useful but lean on their electrons?). But I will keep on looking, hoping, and maybe one day, find a shiny newly minted bitcoin that dropped thru the cracks in an old burnt-out cryptomining board. Or, (why do sobering thoughts always make one wish to go get drunk) or, sobering thought, I may discover there ain't never been no bitcoin coins, just a lot of hot air coming from a box.
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