I was preparing my pots for planting and I figured I needed some vermiculite to prevent the soil from compacting. But when I got to the hardware store, the price for a few quarts shocked me. I would need a lot more than a puny bag for 8 dollars. I remembered my Father having me shred styrofoam into his tomato planting mix, so there I was, trolling the allies of Roland Park for discarded coolers and such, looking for the old fashioned type with large granules that crumbles at the touch. It didn't take long before I found a packing crate in the recycle bin behind the DAR that had held a large electronic item, discarded with its protective foam. It didn't take much longer before some biddy vetted my scavenging ways to determine that I might be insane, but harmless. It seems that every type of cast away I seek can be found in the byways behind the big houses. I found a few more plastic 12 inch nursery pots as well. Sometimes I see barely worn shoes lined up on the retaining walls well away from the trash waiting to be collected by Gypsies like me. There was a lot of furniture out today. I could not fit this chair, pictured, into my convertible.