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The wrecks and the usual suspects…

Someone must have been anxious to get home.

The car ahead of them, not so much.

Somebody hit somebody at Colony and Sharon View and the resulting field of plastic debris laid along the intersection for several days. I knew come Saturday morning it would still be there, and I’d be ready.

So, I fired up the coffee pot a little earlier and set out shortly after 6 a.m. with two bags. Sure enough, remnants of a bumper and undercarriage were still there. I set my coffee down, and under the glow of the streetlight, picked up everything I could see. Several

This wreckage means someone didn't have a very good day. My Saturday, though, was pretty good: it means more plastic was taken out of circulation.

This wreckage means someone didn’t have a very good day. My Saturday, though, was pretty good: it means more plastic was taken out of circulation.

large chunks were too large to be bagged – one about four feet long, another a two footer – so they were tucked under my arm and I trudged onward.

There must’ve been a lot of people in a rush to get to wherever they were going; another minor collision left another trail of plastic strewn over a dozen yards of roadway at Fairview and Colony. Down goes the coffee mug, into bag #2 goes what looks to be the headlamp housing and front bumper from a Toyota.

Of course, this is on top of the other litter that’s more typical of an early weekend walk. It wouldn’t be official without the perfunctory Coors Light can (a called shot; there’s one Coors Light can on the same stretch of Sharon View Road nearly every weekend morning),

Then there is the usual and sundry suspects. A fairly typical weekend morning haul.

Then there is the usual and sundry suspects. A fairly typical weekend morning haul.

the usual McDonald’s and Burger King debris (who knew they had to many varied packages), plus the flossing thingies, a couple of Jack Daniels mini-bottles, Dean and DeLuca cups and countless other plastic items.

If people didn’t think I was crazy before, they do now. People at stop lights looked and then looked away. At least one dog walker spied me, then crossed to the other side of the street. The larger pieces of car made for an unwieldy walk; I was constantly stopping to adjust their position under my left arm as the load became ever-larger.

But in the end, everything was sorted and bagged for the recycling guy to pick up on Wednesday. He’ll probably think I’m nuts, too.

About Dave Bradley (254 Articles)
I'm the one behind two totally unrelated blogs; one on 15 years of writing a weekly letter to my kids (plus other recipients), the other on my localized environmental responsibility. I'm a writer by trade and both endeavors are accepted practice for me. As for the letters, my adult children Ellen and Reid may have seen letters as corny at one point, but it's accepted practice for them, too, to find something in their mailbox other than bills and junk mail. Email and texting don't do a lot for me for a lot of different reasons. Snail mail has its place in the communicative world so as long as they keep selling stamps, I'm buying. As for 'Pick Up Your Path' and the environment, I advocate what citizens can do themselves to take a direct hand in their neighborhood environment. But Pick Up Your Path is also a general environmental blog. It may be largely about litter and trash, but both of those are just one element of the total environmental picture.

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