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Aretha Franklin and all hell breaking loose…

Captain’s Log: 6:24 a.m., Sunday, Jan. 19, 2014

I head out the door into the morning darkness with still-hot coffee and singing to myself the last tune I heard last night and one of the most beautiful tunes I’ve ever heard; Until You Come Back to Me (That’s What I’m Gonna Do) by the incomparable Aretha Franklin.

In my left pocket is a Harris Teeter bag. The first quarter mile is uneventful. There’s nothing to pick up.

Then all hell begins to break loose.

Another plastic bag is twisted on a branch; it now becomes my go-to litter container. A few feet away are three beer cans. I put them on the sidewalk and stomp each flat to save space. Into the bag they go. A guy is headed toward me walking his small dog. He sees me and heads across the street at a small trot to avoid our chance meeting. I’ve seen him before and he’s pulled this stunt every time.

This isn't today's haul. Still too dark for a photo but it will be cataloged in this space soon enough.

This isn’t today’s haul. Still too dark for a photo but it will be cataloged in this space soon enough.

About 50 yards up the street is the quiet intersection of Colony and Sharon View. There’s been another accident, and while city crews did a nice job of picking up most chunks of debris, I stop for a few moments to pick up remaining plastic shards they missed. Looks like the loser on this deal was a Lexus.

Dawn is still 30 minutes away as I make a left turn and head up Colony toward Fairview. The streetlights cast warm rays which highlight a couple of flattened plastic water bottles, manufacturer unknown. A couple of pages from the Charlotte Observer are also confiscated and wadded up, also to save space. My bag is now half full and weights about three pounds. I’ve plodded about half a mile.

“Though you don’t call any more, I sit and wait in vain…” sings the Queen of Soul in my head. It really is one hell of a song. My white man’s voice is a poor substitute for Aretha’s mastery.

By now I turn left to head West onto Fairview and the trash ahead is clear. Lots of it. Flat pieces of polystyrene, more beer cans (based on a small sample size of 7-8 cans, Coors Light appears the market share leader), plus paper from a variety of sources. Much of this has blown against the median that splits the six lanes of traffic. On the far side of the road are polystyrene cups. I zig zag here and there to retrieve items. It effectively adds another half mile to my usual three mile trek. There is a rare find; a royal blue Crown Royal bag that, for some odd reason, has a sterling silver tea spoon inside. I can put one of my fly reels in the bag. Nice. About halfway between Colony and Sharon, I’m forced to stow garbage in my original bag.

Once I reach Sharon and head South, things are a bit calmer. My coffee is now cold but at  least it’s some liquid so down it goes. In the center median is a plastic Aquafina bottle that sits upright. It’s full and unopened so into my pocket it goes. Aretha’s soulful voice keeps me calm, too, as I find yet another McDonald’s bag that would normally elicit expletives.

I take yet another left onto Sharon View, and now I’m on the home stretch. It’s a final 3/4 mile. I fully expect to find at least one Coors Light can, and my prediction is true. It’s a called shot nearly every weekend morning. Some kid must really love that stuff. About halfway home, I see my morning friend Tom Philips. It’s his name that is on trendy Philips Place. This morning he calls me a “good man,” and tells me he and his wife will move in a few weeks to Lake Norman; his land has been sold to developers. We shake hands and wish each other well. I will miss seeing Tom and talking sports for the few minutes we stop to chat.

The final left turn to complete the full circuit is uneventful. I trudge up the last 300 yards or so, a bag in each hand. I don’t know what my neighbors think, but none are up anyway. It’s 7:40 now, and time to nuke a cup of coffee.

Thanks, Aretha, for sticking with me.

About Dave Bradley (264 Articles)
I'm the one behind two totally unrelated blogs; the first on 17 years of writing weekly letters 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 these single pagers 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 and so as long as they keep selling stamps, I'm buying. As for 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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