TYBEE ISLAND RECYCLING CENTER By Monty Parks
TYBEE BEACHCOMBER | JUNE 2020 21
She said, “I’ve lost my husband’s body.”
She was standing in the doorway of my office. I knew she was trouble,
mostly because the word was spelled out on the front of her T shirt - like
that old Travis Tritt song, T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
She said, “I brought him down here to the beach because he loved
Tybee’s beach so much.”
My name is Sam Sunglass. I’m a private eye. I work in a small town on
the coast of Georgia. By day, the town is a laid back place, full of booze,
sun and beach chairs. But by night, the streets get mean and out of these
mean streets come the questions. I’m the man who is paid to find the
answers to mean questions.
She said, “Now his body is gone and I don’t know where he went. You
have to help me.”
Once they start crying, I’m helpless. I had to help.
So that’s how I found myself at the Tybee Island Recycling Center.
There is a big guy in charge of this center. I asked him about the missing
body. Big guy was full of smiles and laughs.
“Sure,” he said, “We get it all here… Someone lost a body? Now that’s
funny.”
I could not believe how helpful this guy was. He told me the Tybee
Recycling Center accepts all cardboard, mixed paper, aluminum cans, tin
cans, plastics and film plastics… He told me the center has trailers in
three locations to make it easy for people to drop off their recyclables.
He told me there was also a hard-to-recycle area in something called the
Old School building for things like batteries and dental products. This big
guy was just full of information and plans for the future.
I asked him, “So where would a body show up?”
He explained that everything received by the center gets sorted by
hand to reduce contamination. Then all products get baled for easy
handling. We walked over to a table where a skinny little guy was
sorting stuff from the beach.
“Hey Tim,” my guide said, “Seen any bodies today?”
Now, this guy Tim looked like a tough nut. He looked up from all the
trash he was sorting and kind of snarled at us.
“Whatdayamean a body? “
Then, I saw a light go off in Tim’s mind.
“You mean like the boxes they put people’s ashes in? Yeah, we found
one of them this morning. I got it right here. Still got some ashes in it.”
Sure enough. Black plastic box. Bag of ashes. The husband’s body.
The case was solved. This Tybee Island Recycle Center was the best
thing since White Claw.
“Come on back any time,” said the big guy in charge. “We’re glad
to help!”
Later, I gave the lady back her husband’s body. She wanted to pay
me. I turned her down.
“Thank the Tybee Island Recycle Center,” I said. “They are just dying
to urn your business.”
The Tybee Island Recycle Center is located at the DPW yard on Polk
Street. There are three drop off trailers located around town. Check our
Facebook page, TybeeRecycles, for updates and important information.
And yes, this is pretty much a true story.
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