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I used to pass Becker’s Hardware several times a day.  It was one store south of the corner of 78th Street and Lexington on the west side of the street and was on my way to school.

Although I had only been inside once when my dad sent me to pick something up for him, I loved that store – particularly after Thanksgiving.  The window display which normally contained hammers and workboxes and hand saws was replaced for the Holiday season by a little mountain, train tracks and a small Lionel train.  The train consisted of an engine, a coal car, a lumber car and a caboose.

On the window Mr. and Mrs. Becker had installed a round silver circular disc, and if you put your hand on it, the heat from your body activated a switch and the train made one trip around the mountain and then came to a halt.  There was always a line of kids wanting to send the train on its journey – including me.  It was one of the little Holiday traditions that I loved as a child.

One Friday evening as we were sitting in the living room one of the lamps began making a noise.  Suddenly it went out and there was a smell of something burning.  Dad quickly unplugged the lamp from the wall socket and began examining it.  He saw that the lamp’s cord was frayed.  As it happened, this lamp was one of mom’s favorites – and she naturally wanted it repaired.

Dad sold lamps – and he always had a large supply of wire for them as they were made to order for his customers.  Normally, he would have gone to the office on Saturday, picked up some wire and brought it home to do the job.  But this Saturday we were scheduled to go to Tice Farms in Woodcliff Lake, New Jersey to get peaches, which were in season.  Grandma used to buy a half bushel of them and freeze them for our enjoyment during the winter.

Of course, I was looking forward to the trip.  Tice Farms also made their own ice cream.  Their peach ice cream was so smooth and creamy and loaded with large chunks of fruit.  It was one of my favorite food memories as a child and still is to this day.

So the next morning dad and I went to Becker Hardware to buy a length of electric cord so he could repair the lamp.  When we walked in, the store looked as it had the one time I had previously been there.

Neatly organized along the wall behind the counter were row after row and drawer after drawer of all sorts of hardware things.  Washers, nuts, nails, screws all clearly marked with their size.

Mrs. Becker was helping another customer when we came in, but she took the time to say, “Good morning.  I’m just finishing up and will be with you in a moment.  Thank you for coming in.”  She said it with an obvious sincerity which was the way that small business owners attracted and retained their customers.

“Okay, Fred, let’s see.  We have seven washers at three cents each.”  As she said this she wrote that down on a little piece of paper.  “Twenty-two nails, two cents each … four nuts – five cents each …”  And she continued until she had tallied up Fred’s entire order  – which amounted to $1.40 plus four cents sales tax.  She handed the sheet to Fred for him to check for accuracy and he handed her two dollars.

Mrs. Becker asked him if he would like a bag for each item or would it be okay to put them all together.  Fred said one bag would do.  So Mrs. Becker scooped everything into a little paper bag, reached under the counter and pulled out her cash box.  It was a colorful kid’s lunch box.  She put the two dollars in and hunted around for fifty-six cents change which she gave to Fred who thanked her and left the store.

She then turned to us and said, “How are you today?  May I help you?”  Again, her cheerfulness radiated in her questions.

Dad had brought the old wire with us and said that he wanted to replace it.  Mrs. Becker looked at it and said, “Oh my goodness.  It’s a good thing you were home when this shorted out.  It might have started a fire.  Well, we’ll get you all fixed up.”

She took the old wire and measured it against new electric cord which was hanging in a roll on the wall and cut the appropriate amount.  “Do you want a new plug as well for it?”, she asked.  Dad thought for a second and said, “Sure, let’s get a new plug as well.”  So she went to her “plug” drawers and found one that exactly matched the old one.  She then folded the cord and was going to put it and the plug in a bag when dad said, “We’re only just going around the corner.  You don’t have to bother with a bag.”

Mrs. Becker said, “Oh, thank you.  You’d be surprised how much those brown paper bags cost.  I appreciate it.  That will be $1.12 including tax.”

Well, dad and I took our wire and plug home and the family headed off to New Jersey.  When we returned, my mind still thinking about the wonderful ice cream I had enjoyed and the frozen peaches which were coming that fall and winter, I was content.  Dad immediately set to re-wiring the lamp, which took him about fifteen minutes – and mom was happy that one of her favorite lamps was again operational.  All was well.

I thought about that experience at Becker’s Hardware the other day.  Several of my landscape lights had decided to burn out simultaneously and I wanted to replace them.  So I went to one of the hardware “superstores” to find new halogen bulbs.

I knew where the lighting section was in this store so I anticipated just going in, making my selection and using the self-checkout to finish my purchase.  I didn’t want to spend a lot of time there as I had Gracie with me in the car and, although it was early morning, I didn’t want to expose her to the rising temperature any longer than necessary.

Of course, having made the tour of the bulb aisle I couldn’t find what I needed.  I went to customer service and asked if they allowed companion dogs in the store.  As it turned out, they did.  So I went back to the car and brought Gracie back with me.

Then I began looking for an employee who could help me locate my bulbs.  I was glad that I had retrieved Gracie as trying to find someone to help me took almost fifteen minutes.  But I finally succeeded in locating one of the store personnel who knew where the bulbs were.  Of course, they were right in front of me.  I had just missed them.

When we returned home I set the bulbs on the counter.  Then I looked, I mean really looked, at my purchase.

The bulbs themselves measured 1/2” x 1-1/2”.  The packaging which held them measured 3” x 6”.  In other words, we had 18 square inches of packaging to hold 3/4 square inches of product – a twenty-four to one ratio of packaging to product.  What a waste.  And I couldn’t help but wonder how much of my $4.98 per bulb cost was because of that packaging and not the product it contained.

Of course, when I removed the bulbs I did put the packaging in my recycle bin.  I am not sure whether the plastic component will actually be recycled or just get pulled and sent to a landfill.  I removed the cardboard inserts which held the bulbs in place and am hopeful that they at least will find their way back into a new life as something useful.

It’s been many years since I went into Becker’s Hardware.  I would be surprised if the store is still in business.   But I can still hear Mrs. Becker thanking dad for sparing her the expense of a brown paper bag.

With the way we purchase and package products today, what is the cost – not just in terms of our out of pocket expense – but the ultimate cost, the denigration of our most precious resource, our environment?  I’m guessing it’s pretty high.


It may surprise those of you who think of Las Vegas as a mere mecca for gambling and neon lights brightening up the night sky of the desert that less than an hour’s drive away there are mountains and snow.  This is an area known as Mt. Charleston – and while it doesn’t get the amount of snow that Stowe, Vt. or Vail, Co. receive – still when you’re in a desert you take what you can get.

A few Sundays ago I got a call from Barry, the three goldens’ companion person who asked if Gracie and I would like to take a ride up to Mt. Charleston as he noticed that there was still some snow on the mountains.   I gladly agreed and the six of us took off in his SUV.

Mt. Charleston is only about a forty-five minute drive from my house as Gracie and I live on the northwest side of town and the four dogs quickly settled in for the ride.  If Mt. Charleston were a disco or nightclub it would not be permitted to exist – as there is only one way in and one way out.  Even though it is at an elevation of nearly 12,000 feet and usually ten to fifteen degrees cooler than here in the valley it still gets extremely dry during the summer.  As a result, the Mt. Charleston Fire Department is a vital and integral part of the community.

We made the turn into Mt. Charleston and started toward the summit.  When we got to the Lee Canyon turnoff Barry turned as he knew an “unofficial” trail that was generally not over-populated with hikers.  We pulled into this unmarked trail and let the dogs romp.

To the three goldens who lived most of their lives in Montana the several inches of snow that were still on the ground probably did not seem overly impressive.  But to Gracie – who had only seen a light dusting on our front lawn a few times – the look on her face suggested that she thought she was in canine Heaven.  She began making doggie snow angels and then started exploring the woods.  I was a little surprised that she was so adventurous.  In fact, she led her three companions in forays taking them higher up the side of the mountain.  But they all responded well to voice commands and did not go too far from us.

After walking for around forty-five minutes we decided to return to the car and began our descent.  As we neared the vehicle Gracie began to explore a small ravine to the left side of the car.  I went over to make sure that she didn’t go too far down which was when I saw it.

Whether this was left by one person or a group, lying on the ground in this virtually pristine area of forest was an empty Gatorade container, an empty two liter bottle of soda and, most significantly, a one half full plastic container of charcoal lighter starter fluid.  We picked up this refuse and took it home, safely disposed of the contents of the lighter fluid and recycled all three pieces.

It makes me wonder … what were those people thinking?

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