So, asked an inquirer, ‘why not walk another route? There’s a lot trash other places, too.’
A fair enough question.
Every so often it crosses my mind to venture in a new direction. When I drive down Rae Road, there’s lots of stuff that’s been
there for a while. Polystyrene foam Big Gulp cups stuck in storm drains. A crushed can here, a fast food wrapper there. Same with going further east on Sharon View. More junk, more stuff to pick up. No matter which way I could alternatively turn, there’s more litter – more litter everywhere.
As much as I’m willing to do so, there’s no way for me to tend to all streets. I think that now when my bag is about to burst as I follow my Sharon View-Colony Road-Fairview-Sharon Road loop every day: “How the hell can I pick all this up?”
I empathize with the need. But my path is my path. In a manner of speaking, I own it. It is my accepted responsibility to take care of my little acreage stretching some 2.5 miles. Have plastic bag, will travel. And clean up along my way.