My town has what is kindly referred to as The Duxbury Mall. When a local says, “I got THIS from the Mall,” it means, roughly, “Look at the crap I got, for FREE, at the garbage dump!” You see, the town of Duxbury doesn’t have trash pick-up, which means that people chauffeur their garbage and recyclables to the town dump, often stopping at the Dunkin’ Donuts for a hot cocoa. Garbage hauling is thirsty business. At the Mall, junk that’s precious and not like plain-old-junk junk is set aside in a central area for fellow junkies. Shoplifting encouraged. Needless to say, I like to take the slow scenic drive and meander about the piles. One never knows what one may find. Bulldozers add to the excitement, scraping out the old junk to make room for fresh freebies. Legends abound. It is said that Patty’s spouse, in 2003, found a SkeeterVac mosquito killer, new in the box. I myself found 86 plastic wind-up toys that sat in my basement for three years...