Dumpster diving can be ADDICTIVE!
My oldest son lives in Rio Rancho,about 50 miles from me, West Mesa Area of Albuquerque.
He weekly roams the west mesa for STUFF. You wouldn't believe the good stuff he finds. He collected almost $200 for batteries he collected and turned into recycling. PU bed liners, covers, good lawn mowers, one with just the start rope broken. His yard started to look like Sanford and Son. City of Rio Rancho got on his case and he had to clean up his act!
Have to ask him, if he finds any Khukuris to save them for me!
My oldest son lives in Rio Rancho,about 50 miles from me, West Mesa Area of Albuquerque.
He weekly roams the west mesa for STUFF. You wouldn't believe the good stuff he finds. He collected almost $200 for batteries he collected and turned into recycling. PU bed liners, covers, good lawn mowers, one with just the start rope broken. His yard started to look like Sanford and Son. City of Rio Rancho got on his case and he had to clean up his act!
Have to ask him, if he finds any Khukuris to save them for me!
That combined with 5 years of various other room-mates leaving stuff, made for an interesting collection of stuff. Of course I kept everything I liked, but I didnt have too many uses for: womens clothing, 5 coolers (2 were good for me), various walkmans (and other small electronics), various cooking implements (one can only have so many pots and pans), odd knick-nacky womens fake jewelry (lotsa plastic and brass), 3 skateboards (though we put signs on those saying free for any neighborhood kid to take), etc... The divers were busy, and must have took at least half the stuff I threw out. Though mixed in with all the good stuff, was some nasty surprises. Rotting dry wall, various rotting boxes, cat stained linoleum, infested blankets, etc... Tried to be nice and have all the nasty stuff on the bottom, and the good stuff on top and to the side. However there always seemed to be someone who insisted on digging through the nasty icky stuff. And then there were always the strange guys who would take the wierd icky stuff, like bucket full of dead rotting rat, or bag full of funky un-identifiable moldy stuff with centipede nest:barf: Though I suppose the old saying one mans junk... I figure though, if I ever move, the dumpster throwing my left-behinds will be far more interesting 
