Last night I went to bed at a somewhat decent hour and although this alone is big news, believe it or not, I have even more to report.

We were woken up at about 2am by a loud bang. My first reaction was, of course, to scream to the unknown disturbance: "Jesus! Shut-up! You'll wake the baby!"
These days, I don't think a train wreck and subsequent chemical explosion would wake this child but consider me trained...

Once I came to a semi-conscious state I thought I would look outside to see what was going on. Things went pretty silent and I figured some drunk idiot had smashed into the dumpster in the parking lot. Since we have the privileged view of said dumpster from our bedroom window I took a look.

There was a man, about our age, dumpster diving for food! Yes, it's true. In a city with welfare, soup kitchens and regular, expected pan-handling, there are still hungry people. I'm inclined to think perhaps things aren't working.

I watched this guy look around, jump into the dumpster, shuffle through a ton of dirty diapers (you know, those things really don't decompose), and locate a half-eaten submarine. He ate that sandwich like he hadn't eaten in weeks.
He licked the wrapper.

The rest of the night I dreamt about strapping the dumpster with bags of apples and cooked turkey.