Lifting the lids one by one of the eight huge metal garbage containers that smelled like dead fish and sewer, he finally found the one the caretaker suggested he should look at. With the top all the way back, Lonnie saw a few garbage bags that contained items he easily recognized as his and his mother’s. Luckily, there were several other trash cans that the residents could use and the bags were not yet covered with others’ castaways. Snatching out a few of the overstuffed bags, Lonnie tossed them on the side of the Dumpster. Satisfied with the few items the men hadn’t probably taken home to their wives or girlfriends, he placed them into one of his old duffle bags that were also discarded in the assortment of debris. After finding a piece of broken glass in the alley, Lonnie pulled his mother’s beloved blanket out and started to cry. Wanting to wrap up in it one last time, he was stopped by the fact one of the residents had dumped what seemed like some old cooking grease on one portion of it.
