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Referrals to more ‘path people?’

I may be a lot of things (that’s a rhetorical question) but missing among those good or bad traits is the notion of promotion. I just don’t get it.

My eyes glaze over and I draw a complete blank at the very thought of how to push the worthy idea of individuals patrolling their own patch of turf. Other than a post to my Facebook page and the occasional Twitter feed, that’s about the extent of getting the word out to the masses. Wait; there are no masses. That’s the point.

What I would hope is that you might buck the pickupyourpath.com URL to one-two-three other candidates who think the one-person-at-a-time maintenance of our environment might appeal to them. Sure, I’m loathe to bump a lot of Internet stuff on to people, but I do think pickupyourpath.com has legs. I just don’t know how to get it running up to the speed I know it can reach.

Yeah, this notion of picking up someone else’s discarded garbage isn’t for everyone. Not all will find it palatable nor fun nor perhaps interesting. But it’s kind of an awareness thing. That’s all I’m hoping the morbid photos and tepid copy will build.

If you have thoughts on any of this, I’m all ears.

My Thursday-Friday-Saturday morning haul in one lump. Granted, it's sordid and messy and gross, but it's worth the effort to show people that we can do better by our environment.

My Thursday-Friday-Saturday morning haul in one lump. Granted, it’s sordid and messy and gross, but it’s worth the effort to show people that we can do better by our environment.

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.

1 Comment on Referrals to more ‘path people?’

  1. Bob Furstenau // April 12, 2014 at 3:34 pm // Reply

    Dave, we have just spent the last week hiking 6 public trails in Scottsdale AZ and I have to say that they do a great job here of picking up their paths here. Unlike Colorado where I found trash at 12,000 feet including a dime and quarter. Go figure.

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