I was driving with my younger daughter and I said, “I have to warn you — I break for garbage.” You know, because it was Garbage Day and I have the whole Trashed in Suburbia photo exhibit and all. She laughed and said, “I’m getting you that on a bumper sticker for Christmas.” Just then, I saw the bear. Or the monkey. Or whatever it was. And the garbage truck! Double score! I braked, of course.