I stepped out the front door at 6:15 a.m. on the dot, bolstered by uber-strong coffee in my ever-present go-cup as per usual. Oh yeah, plus one bag.
I don’t get very far along my 3+ mile route when I ask myself this ever-present question: Why do I do this?
In all honesty, is rhetorical in nature. I know why.
Beyond the physical pleasure of the walk, it’s actually a two part answer. There is the esthetic and the environmental.
Part one is that when I see some piece of junk intruding on the visual enjoyment of my walk (or for others who plod along after me) what apparently goes through my mind is ‘Why is that piece of sh-t there?’
Part two is environmental. We already cause enough ruination to our physical world. My short walk is a microcosm of the larger picture. It is my laboratory where I can experiment in the removal of the trash tumor. Unfortunately, it’s an operation that will never be complete. The patient (my path) suffers the affliction on a daily basis.
A half century ago, someone asked Edmund Hillary why he dared to ascend Mt. Everest. His response: “Because it’s there.”
Sir Edmund’s answer applies all too well to litter: Because it’s there.