Kopytko: We need a frank conversation about trash, Ottawa

Ah, the unmistakable odour of a green bin sitting out in the sun. At my house, summer is normally associated with the smells of backyard barbecues and sweaty soccer cleats. Recently, there has been very fragrant odour wafting from our green bin after my son absent-mindedly tossed in some chicken scraps. That type of waste usually goes into the freezer first, but he forgot. Mistakes happen and old habits are hard to break. Read More