their illegal brew before they reach home. The entrance to a subdivision where kids come and go is only a block or so away. What is amazing in that of all the hundreds of laps I have logged around my extended block, never once have I ever seen anyone toss anything out the car window. Maybe the crime of littering is a nocturnal activity where the perps know there will likely not be disapproving eyes as they go about their unthinking, dirty business under the cover of darkness.
But, alas, I am resigned that something that shouldn’t be there will always be there when I pass this certain spot (the same goes for most other spots along my 2.5 mile trek). I find it disheartening that it is so.