Like you, I spent a good chunk of last fall explaining to my nephew why I bother sorting my recycling when the local dump still burns half of what comes in. I told him about the year I tracked my own trash, and yeah, it felt like trying to empty the ocean with a thimble. But then I realized my thimble at least keeps my own yard from turning into a landfill, which is more than his giant corporation of an uncle can say. I'm 57 and my back hurts from hauling those same eight bags, so maybe I'm just stubborn. Still, I figure if every old guy on my block does his little pile, that's a lot of leaves not choking the air. Worst case, my compost makes great tomatoes, and that's a win I can taste without waiting for the grid to fix itself.

I used them for a similar situation. They closed in 10 days and I got a fair cash offer. It was a lifesaver.