But 60 percent of my props are still stuff I've found in the garbage. We use real tires, and the crate I use to saw Mother Nature in half is a real box, not something built for me. Friends and roadies gather this stuff and bring it to me. A rigger at the Texas State Fair came up to me with a Stretch Armstrong doll that had been run over many times in the road. Now Stretch illustrates recyclability by driving a toy dump truck around for me.
Trash comes by a social conscience naturally.
His father was a forester and his mother a teacher, so little Steve was aware of links between humanity and nature. Today, he lives a bermed house, one with earth on three sides of a south-facing wall that consists almost entirely of glass, on 80 acres near Bankhead NationalForest in Alabama. The other walls are concrete blocks that draw cool temperatures from the ground in summer and warm temperatures in winter. He and his wife compost and conserve even in small ways. I'd like Steve Trash to be a Roy Rogers for the 21st century.