The first time I met Ron Natinsky I thought he came off as arrogant. But I've met him enough now that, though he may not remember my name, he claims he recognizes my mug. At least he answers my email.
Natinsky has a jones for recycling, as do I. The first neighborhood meeting I attended after he was elected I walked away with a cute little replica of a recycling bin just like the ones you put in the alley. I use it for a pencil cup. The last meeting I went home with a pizza cutter and a dish scrubber, both with his name on them and neither one recycable.
But, hey, they were free! Except that I had to help pay for them.