Michael McKinlay, stout, determined, his keen mind teeming with ideas and fueled by outrage, marches purposefully down a long row of recycling bins outside a grocery store somewhere in Toronto’s west end, in the waning hours of a bitter cold winter night.
Don’t publicly name the locations. That’s the first rule of the growing corps of dumpster divers in Toronto, although a new term is emerging — food rescuers. They forage in bins for discarded food, for their own consumption and to bring to others who, like them, are increasingly unable to afford the high cost of groceries in an inflationary economy.
Trigger warning: This column could cause feelings of anger in intelligent taxpayers.
