Last October, I found myself staring at the mountain of debris that was once my grandmother’s basement in Scranton. Seventy years of memories—and junk—needed clearing before we could sell her home. The contractor casually asked, “So, what size dumpster are you thinking?” I blinked, realizing I had absolutely no idea. That innocent question launched me…
I never intended to become an expert on waste management. Yet last April, staring at the mountain of debris that was once my finished basement—courtesy of a burst pipe and Pennsylvania’s infamous freeze-thaw cycles—I found myself researching dumpster rentals with unexpected intensity. The six kitchen trash bags lined up in my garage suddenly seemed laughably…