Growing up in Dallas, every block had an alley where people would dump their garbage. Alleys (sp?) were glorious places for 7-9 year olds to ride their bikes up and down hunting for treasure and by treasure, I of course mean old smut mags. I was too young and too naive to know why many of the pages were stuck together, so we just assumed it was "garbage juice" combined with the Texas heat that made them glum together.Also, we once found a spray paint can of silver spray paint and used it to spray our hands and arms silver to play "Robot". Our parents were less than amused.We don't have alleys in Portland.