John had a bunch of stuff they did not want (no body wanted it) so we took it to the dump. Ah the sites, the smells. For 41 dollars you can walk among all that America has disgarded. When it all moulders together it smells like hot pickle dirt. We thought we both would vomit. We sank into it when we got out of the truck. It took hours to get all of the foul dirt off my boots.