Sammy looked at the pile of paper on the floor. Whenever
he finished reading his mail or a newspaper or magazine, he
threw it into this pile. This was his recycling pile. At the
moment, it was almost two feet high. It was time to recycle.
He squatted down, protecting his back. Sometimes, just
sitting down would cause his back to go out for a week. He
scooped his hands under the pile and slowly stood up.