COLUMN: Recycling blues

While I was in college, I always dreaded summer coming. It would mean I would have to stop the laidback lifestyle of being a student and have to work my butt of to raise money for tuition.

This was certainly different than being a kid and counting down the days for the school year to end which always meant a long summer of riding my bike in the desert without a care in the world.

In my hometown there were always a ton of college kids who also wanted to raise money and there were always a few "select" jobs that were perfect to for a teenager. The local mines always had summer programs and...