My cursing is usually reserved for the morons who throw stuff down like so much, well, trash.
But this morning I also reviled the weather gods who dialed down nature’s thermostat to a frosty 26F. That temp isn’t what I signed on for to live in the Carolinas. And the weather gods kept piling on: The cold air cooled my coffee much faster than necessary.
Of course, no one can hear my yelping at 5:30 a.m. That’s when most sane folks are still curled up in their beds.
So I went about my business as usual; the major finds were a quickly deteriorating sheet of very thin polystyrene and a jumbo bottle of V8 Splash apple juice. Those were just the tip of the litter iceberg, however.
As you can see, there was no dirth of debris a scant 12 hours after covering the same stretch of concrete and asphalt. How does it accumulate so quickly? Beats the hell out of me.
On a side note, my four minutes of fame from last week’s WFAE interview have come and gone. My page hits spiked Saturday through Tuesday, but since have dwindled to normal levels (a handful each day). What it shows is that trash is hardly sexy and, as a friend told me, the subject isn’t at the top of anyone’s ‘ah ha’ list.
Actually, if it occupies any spot on their list for a few moments of anti-litter consciousness, that’s probably as much as the topic deserves.
Also, if you capture photos of scenes of trash and debris that you find abhorrent, send them to me and I’ll post the shots and your narrative on the new ‘Your photos – here!‘ page. Send your photo(s) to email@example.com.