More Tales of Sacramento At Night

Last night, I dropped by the workplace (as usual), and left around midnight. In the alley outside, a scavenger was going through a large can of recyclable garbage. Dumpster diving is a well-practiced art in Sacramento (indeed, Squeaky Fromme herself spent a number of weeks dumpster diving in Sacramento alleys, just prior to attempting to assassinate President Ford in 1975 at the State Capitol), but this fellow last night was wearing the proper accessory: spectacles with lights on the rim, that allowed him to see into even the darkest garbage cans on even the blackest of nights. How inspired! How practical!