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An embarrassment along South Blvd. in Charlotte…

It’s official; the 4500 block of South Blvd. in Charlotte is an embarrassment of plastic, polystyrene and other trash dumped by nitwits.

It’s the worst I’ve seen inside the city limits.

I thought I'd seen it all, but then there was this just off South Blvd. Had God damn stupid are we as a populace to allow this to happen, let alone not be picked up? It's a blight on our city.

I thought I’d seen it all, but then there was this just off South Blvd. How God damn stupid are we as a populace to allow this to happen, let alone not be picked up? It’s a blight on our city. This photo really doesn’t capture the scope of the debris field.

This came about because, rather than sit around waiting for a tire to be repaired at a local shop, I bolted for a quick walk out along South Blvd. It wasn’t meant to be an intentional walk to retrieve litter as my usual jaunts are.

But what I saw was appalling and God-awful. An embankment caked with debris of all sorts. There weren’t enough Harris Teeter bags in my pantry to collect all this junk. I’m sure there are plenty of other candidate locations if one looks hard enough (or perhaps we don’t need to look so hard). Funny that I stumbled across this sordid scene less than two minutes from the repair shop. If this heap of litter was found that quickly, how far away can other similarly embarrassing scenes be?

Somehow I don’t think this is the image of the Queen City our city fathers want to project or want impressionable visitors to see. Much of this nightmarish spectacle remains out of sight of those passing by at street level. For a lot of people, it’s out of mind, too.

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.

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