I'M BREAKING UP WITH YOU

Are there limits to loyalty?

Every spring, like clockwork, a ramshackle two-tone maroon Chevy Silverado truck pulls up to our front door.

Often the truck is piled high with items found along the roadside enroute to a recycling center that pays pennies on the pound … a rusty washing machine, a bike with no tires, old shelves and doors, a bent beach umbrella. This is the routine of Ch…