Scott Swanson
I clearly remember the first time I visited a landfill.
I don’t remember why, exactly, but I recall driving up a winding dirt road into the hills of Central California, where I lived at the time, and seeing … a giant flock of seagulls descending like fleas onto a poodle as trucks dumped massive quantities of, well, a lot of really good stuff on the ground and giant earthmovers shoved dirt over the…