The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they suppress.
-- Frederick Douglas --
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-- Frederick Douglas --
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After Jay died and I cleaned out the basement, I found many bottles of chemicals. A lot of it was darkroom chemicals, clearly labeled, but there were also many small bottles with missing, cryptic, or indecipherable labels. What labels I can understand sound downright dangerous. Jay was a chemistry major in college, and had always been interested in ... experiments.
They're still down there. I don't know what to do with them.
Switched.com has a post today [http://www.switched.com/2010/02/28/dispose-of-your-gadgets-properly-with-1800recycle-com/] about recycling, specifically electronics, but they have a link to a site [http://1800recycling.com/] where you can enter any type of material and your zip code, and they'll tell you where you can take it.
So they found me a place in Connecticut, about 2 hours away, that will accept hazardous chemicals and expired medications. Not convenient, but at least it's someplace.
Then I tried "clear glass", and they gave me a recycle center 8 miles away. Duh? I guess they don't know about the recycle center in the village, 2.5 miles away.
Still, somewhere is better than nowhere.
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