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Still reason for thanks …

So there I was on Sharon View Road at 5:35 a.m., ready to say Thanks for letting me do this messy job … blah, blah, blah in a silent, self-congratulatory tone when a plastic shopping bag comes into view. It’s got something in it.

The bag is neatly tied with a loose knot. Inside was a box of condoms. It was an empty Trojan Platinum Pack, an assortment of 10 guaranteed to please prophylactics. I’ll admit to a moment of envy (10?) (but there was also a moment of thanks that it didn’t hold anything else, if you catch my drift).

I suppose one reason to give thanks is that this junk has a new home in my recycle bin.

I suppose one reason to give thanks is that this junk has a new home in my recycle bin.

Not 20 feet away in the middle of the street was an intact clear water bottle which contained a brown substance. I knew instantly this was the liquidy residue of someone’s dip habit. I pour it out and stowed the bottle. What seconds ago was a self-righteous attempt to give thanks instead gave way to utter disgust, not an uncommon feeling on so many similar mornings.

The around-the-block trudge continued per routine. Nearby owls hooted and a lone deer loped across Colony Road headed from one point to another. The feeling of thanks returned, tempered by a little more humility. There are a lot of things to be thankful for, and this is among them. I’ll be thankful tomorrow, too, for the recurring enthusiasm to do this all over again.

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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