The true meaning of the 4th of July, discovered the day after.
Coming around the edge of dumpster I've just dived, I spot two police cars parked behind the liquor store next door. In the next moment, one of the officers is on his loudspeaker, warning me: 'Don't be looking in the trash'. I nod and bicycle away.
Arriving at the next dumpster a few blocks to the east, back to looking in the trash, I discover a handful of American flags, leftovers from yesterday's patriotic celebrations, stuffed in a black garbage bag among wet food scraps and plastic wrappers.
Don't be looking in the trash--you might find something.