How much trash can you pick up in a week?
Apparently a lot. No matter how you slice it, it’s a messy, yucky and sordid business. All manner of goo seeps out of containers and bottles and fast food bags. Better in my bag, I suppose, than into the public waterways. (My trash retrieval habit went oceanic last weekend; I plucked from the brackish water several bobbing bottles and containers while kayak fishing in an Intercoastal waterway at Oak Island, NC.)
Someone has to do this stuff. There are simply too many knuckleheads out there who don’t give a damn about the visual and physical spoilage their carelessness causes.
This morning I hauled a recycle bin stuffed with several bags of recycled goodies to the curb. The weight was probably 20 lbs. or so. I take some special measure of satisfaction from freeing plastic and polystyrene from storm grates since the next stop would be who-knows-where. The ocean maybe.
But these objects de trash won’t make it that far; they’ve been liberated from fouling our eco-system. My elation is always short-lived though; this sidewalk work is never done. Slobs do their dirty work and we’re all the worse off for it.