As long as I’m out on a limb about picking up litter, I might as well venture out far enough to break the branch. (Some of my friends see this blog as lunacy so why not try to attain certifiable craziness?)
My three wheel push cart and I are often seen at a local municipal golf course, Renaissance Park. It was built atop an old landfill and there are pipes atop the dirt covered mountain of trash to syphon off the methane gas.
There’s a lot of time to think as I chase errant shots and one thought occurs to me on a consistent basis: ‘What will we do with all this trash?’
Just think of what we’ve purposefully buried. Decades of plastic and other potentially recyclable materials. All just lying there amid organic materials long since decomposed. With shelf lives of hundreds of years – if not longer – that’s a hell of a lot of resources that have gone to waste.
As mankind eventually runs low on fossil fuels, we will be forced to prioritize – oil for transportation vs. oil to make products. (Knowing us, we’ll want it both ways.)
So here’s my prediction: Renaissance Park and every other dumping ground for our wasteful cultures will become rich new mines of resources we can’t do without. Entrepreneurs or governments will figure out that the very thing we need is right under our noses. What was covered with dirt will be uncovered.
Who knows, maybe they’ll find Jimmy Hoffa, too.