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By Sam Boykin This Christmas was a milestone for my wife and me: the first one we celebrated with our daughter, Lily, now almost 4 months old. And, man, did she make out like a bandit. While she drooled, laughed and filled her diaper, my wife and I spent the better part of our Christmas morning opening a mountain of gifts piled under the tree. Afterward, it looked like a department store had blown up, with boxes, paper and ribbons covering the floor. The next day I packed all the trash inside my truck and drove to the community recycling center. I figured it was going to be busy, but wasn’t prepared for the line of cars snaking around the corner just to get inside. While it was a drag to sit in line, it was heartening to see so many people recycling their trash.