As she hauled out her trash can this morning as I dumped out several bags of weekly debris on the driveway for the obligatory photo ops, my neighbor discreetly asked “What are you doing?” (I’m sure she’d been building toward this; more than once she’d driven by and meekly waved as I performed this chore.)
There was no dodging this bullet. I told her I was sick and tired of trash along my walk and this was my way of doing something about it. She got my :30 elevator speech about pickupyourpath.com. Trust me, you don’t want to hear it in person.
My oration fizzled to a merciful (for her) halt and she nodded her head in affirmation (while she no doubt secretly told herself “Yeah, this guy is nuts.”). She then spun around and was on her way.
There’s no way of knowing if she’ll ever visit this blog. In truth, these are hardly glamour shots to most people who might just as easily turn away in disgust. But I see a weird sort of beauty in the sordid pics; it means no one else will have to see this junk strewn about their streets and sidewalks. That paints a pretty picture to me.