Editor’s note: When Bill Evans passed away this month, we had a few of his recent columns stockpiled, waiting to run. With his family’s permission, we will continue to publish them until we run out, in his honor.
It was the worst of times. America and the rest of the world was at war. All up and down Chesterfield Avenue, boys and girls were collecting old newspapers, aluminum pots, rubber tires and hose pipes. This was our first taste of recycling, and that word hadn’t even been invented yet.