The Information Super-Frog

Yesterday a guy was collecting scrap metal on our street. I asked if he wanted cans. He said yes. I took him to the back yard, where I had a stash from since the storm-- I didn't expect there to be no recycling pickup for this long. (Before the storm it was once a week. Now apparently it's about once every two and a half years, if you're lucky.)

At the bottom of the big bin were empty cans of "Floodweiser" emergency water and other post-K supplies.