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One of those days …

6 a.m., Nov. 1

It’s gonna be a raw one.

As I shove off in the early morning gloom, it’s very clear the weather forecasters nailed it: cold, rainy, windy. Where are the 80F temps from just a few days ago? It will be one of those days.

I can only hope my go-cup of ultra-dark roast coffee will last me all the way around. I’m usually lucky if it makes it halfway.

As trash picking up jaunts go, this will be iffy at best. Every rain-splattered leaf shines like plastic. If I literally don’t step on something, chances are good I won’t see it in the darkness.

But big sheets of plastic and shopping bags tend to stand out, so those are among my first claims.

It's too wet this morning to dump the bag's contents onto the driveway. That will wait for drier conditions.

It’s too wet this morning to dump the bag’s contents onto the driveway. That will wait for drier conditions.

As predicted, I’m down to cold dregs of coffee almost precisely at the halfway mark on Fairview Road just past Philips Place. With the liquid warmth gone, my gait shifts from the typical cavalier pace to more of a giddy-up.

The pickings are rather slim by weekend morning standards although the bag is slowly but surely filling up with debris. In something of a surprise for a post-Halloween morning, my first adult beverage containers don’t reveal themselves until the last 500 yards or so along Sharon View Road. One is a Coors Light can. Why is it always a Coors Light can along this stretch of street? It’s a called shot.

This practice will be repeated Sunday morning. A guy can only do the best he can. Still, both mornings are the best time of the week for me. A little exercise in the quiet dark, and a little more litter removed from circulation. I can deal with that.

About Dave Bradley (264 Articles)
I'm the one behind two totally unrelated blogs; one on 15 years of writing a weekly letter to my kids (plus other recipients), the other on my localized environmental responsibility. I'm a writer by trade and both endeavors are accepted practice for me. As for the letters, my adult children Ellen and Reid may have seen letters as corny at one point, but it's accepted practice for them, too, to find something in their mailbox other than bills and junk mail. Email and texting don't do a lot for me for a lot of different reasons. Snail mail has its place in the communicative world so as long as they keep selling stamps, I'm buying. As for 'Pick Up Your Path' and the environment, I advocate what citizens can do themselves to take a direct hand in their neighborhood environment. But Pick Up Your Path is also a general environmental blog. It may be largely about litter and trash, but both of those are just one element of the total environmental picture.

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