I know it’s been so long since I’ve rapped at ya (shout out to the immutable Jim Anchower), but I’ve been out of the office for quite some time, tending to business in such varied cities as Rochester, MN, and Ft. Worth, TX. But now that I’m back, I was fortunate enough to accompany Dirty Dave to check out a trashout in the burbs. Here are a couple of shots so we all can get our garbage on.
Note the gummy floor.
If only these photos were scratch-and-sniff. Much more impressive than the amount of garbage in this dwelling was the smell, which was a mixture of impregnated cigarette smoke, cooking grease, rotten food, and a year’s worth of dirty laundry. Dirty Dave, incidentally, gagged repeatedly.
A nice mattress set for your sleeping comfort.
The filth won’t matter, though. I was talking with my friend Cortland, who is a trashout lead here at DuAll. Cortland is a cleaning machine, and he tackled a house similar to this one. “Man, when we started on this job, the house was packed with trash, and the floors were covered in poop. I mean, literal poop. Nobody in their right mind would have bought that place, not even for $500. By the end of the day, we had cleaned the place out, ripped out the carpet, and damn if that house didn’t look good. You’d never know how it looked in the morning. Somebody’s gonna get a nice house.”
I think I'll toss this ottoman in the tub.
That’s what it’s all about. You might say the DuAll crew is engaged in a form of neighborhood beautification, one foreclosed home at a time.
