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Curses! …

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.

Given this morning's temps, it was a cold hands-warm heart kind of effort. Cold weather or not, it's still the best time of the week for me.

Given this morning’s temps, it was a cold hands-warm heart kind of effort. Cold weather or not, it’s still the best time of the week for me.

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.

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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 david.bradley@yahoo.com.

About Dave Bradley (259 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.

1 Comment on Curses! …

  1. John Cleghorn // November 15, 2014 at 8:16 pm // Reply

    We’re still with you, Dave!

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