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Pick Up Your Path on first and third Saturdays…

You can’t turn around without a week or a month devoted to this or that subject. Like National Headache Month (June) or National Carpet Cleaning Month and Mathematics Awareness Month. Both of these heavyweights are observed April. What? You didn’t know this?

Pick Up Your Path is jumping – or at least walking – onto the notoriety bandwagon.

You don't have to create a whole pile of litter. One item will do - and is better than nothing.

You don’t have to create a whole pile of litter. One item will do – and is better than nothing.

Through the power vested in me, I hereby declare the first and third Saturday of each month as Pick Up Your Path Day. Here’s the caveat: You only have to pick up one item.

Sure, I’d like you to take a bag (knowing full well you’d fill it) but let’s take this one step at a time. Pick up that Coke or Pepsi bottle, or that Coors of Bud Light can, or that McDonalds or Burger King polystyrene cup. One thing, once per each of these two Saturdays. It’s hardly an onerous request – but every item counts. My suggestion is focus on a non-degradable junk made of plastic or polystyrene, but snatching paper is good, too.

You can earn bonus points if you pick up more than one piece of junk. You’ll be surprised how satisfying the simple act of picking up one piece of junk will be.

About Dave Bradley (264 Articles)
I was a writer by trade so one would think letters would come easily for me. It is so now, but wasn't always that way. Indeed, the first letter was written the Monday after Ellen started her freshman year in college. For years I've wondered - with no good answers - why I swiveled my office chair toward my computer screen to fire up a word processing document for that first letter. I just don't know. I just did. Perhaps it was the angst of separation or wanting to say things that had gone unsaid at that moment when we parted ways in front of her college dormitory. What was a one-off became habitual. When her brother Reid enrolled in the same college, his name was added to the salutation line. They were kids then and are adults now. No matter. The letter writing habit remains so today. I live in Brevard, North Carolina. I'm well away from where they live and don't see them nearly as often as I'd like. That's why letters, at least to me, fill the void of distance. The pages give me something to say and the space to say it. There is no assurance they read the letters; indeed, I have never asked if they do so. With the pace of their busy lives who could blame them for letting a letter sit unopened? Over time, it has dawned on me that the letters are both communicative - and cathartic. By nature, letters are about the writer; the writer can only write about their situation. Perhaps that is as it should be. It's all about the here and now from one person's perspective.

2 Comments on Pick Up Your Path on first and third Saturdays…

  1. Bob Furstenau // February 5, 2014 at 7:14 pm // Reply

    where can we post our trash photos

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