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When my son Matt was little, he aspired to be a garbage man. Our garbage man, Ralph, used to let Matt push the button on the truck, and Matt would follow Ralph and the truck all the way up and down our block.

A friend once asked me, "You know your garbage man's name?"

I responded, "You mean you don't?"

It doesn't surprise me at all that Gordon knew his garbage man's name.