I get on with the dirty work almost instantly. This morning, the trash came early and often. A chunk of styrofoam here, a smashed plastic bottle there, a Pabst can along the curb. I don’t know how many different items you can count – I don’t care to do that math – but Dairy Queen and Bojangles cups, a Coca Cola bottle and a pack of Camels (with a couple of cigarettes still inside) are a pretty typical representation of my Saturday walks.
As much as I bitch and whine about it, there is a small sense of satisfaction that at least some of the tonnage of trash around this town is out of circulation.