Though Northfield is still the small town with big city troubles - like a do-nothing city council - at least we're also the kind of place where demented local playwrights get written up on the op-ed page and where single-sort recycling is finally in place.
I'm in favor of both things. First of all,Brendon Etter needs all the attention he can get, especially when it's the laughing-with, not the laughing-at, kind.
Second, it's a hell of a lot easier to do your recycling when you pretty much just chuck everything in a giant blue-and-yellow bin. (Nice colors, by the way: Carleton approves.) But after spending - what?- half my lifetime sorting recycling into this, that, and the other, it also feels kinda subversive to lift the lid of the bin and throw in two cans, a jar, three bottles, and the Sunday paper. I'm sure I'll get over it.