At a work reception last week, a woman was telling me how her Scout troop looked forward to their “annual” clean up at a local lake.
The boys (and their parents) would fill bags with debris to be carted off to the dump. I asked if there was any thought given to recycling of materials, and while she agreed it was a good idea, her rationale was there was simply too much to deal with.
Ah. Sure, it’s laudable that a lake would be cleared of junk, but there is a big step missing in there somewhere. Why not take the added time, as a learning experience for the kids, to sort what they retrieve?
Moreover, and I didn’t mention this to the well-intentioned Scout leader, but I’d supplement the annual event by encouraging the kids to take control of their own trash and – no surprise here – pick up somebody else’s discards.
My first ‘thumbs up’ sign came Monday as I was dragging my sorry carcass along the final half-mile of my daily route. The bag wasn’t overly full, but it was getting there.
A woman on the other side of Sharon View whom I see with regularity gave me the thumbs up as we intersected going different directions. I gave her a mild wave back and kept on going. Apparently she’s seen me stoop over to grab junk often enough to know I’m not a bag man. Nice of her to recognize the effort.
My friend Bob up in Des Moines, a devoted follower of this space whose constant encouragement of my efforts gets me out the door some days, is upping his suggestions that the act of picking up paths become a national endeavor rather than a one man rant. He’s onto something but that sort of promotion escapes me. If you have suggestions, reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org.