I fished a china tea cup from a recycle bin that was full to overflowing this weekend. I opened the door for the clear glass bottles and there, right on top of everything, sat a perfect bone china tea cup—Wedgewood bone china, made in England in 1989, the bottom of the cup read. I took it home, cleaned it up, and served myself a nice cup of hot tea that evening. I wondered whose cup it had been, and why the people the cup had been passed down to or the people who had discovered it at the bottom of a box they purchased at an estate sale had simply thrown it away.