Detroit, MI
Local City Rankings Article
Submitted by Michael Cipielewski Jr.
I walk into the scrap metal center with a box of copper I collected all over Detroit during the summer—parts parts from the water-heater that broke in July, old computer wire, parts from televisions I’ve found, and a million other bits from who knows what. The guy operating the scale jokes about the rain that’s so hard we can’t even see my car yards away. I look like I showered with my clothes on, but it’s worth it. I grab the sheet of paper that spits out of the scale, trying not to drip all over it, and head to the cashier. The box of copper put $90 in my pocket. Fred Sanford ain’t got a thing on me.