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First reader submission! …

There has to be a first time for everything, and today is one of those times. Pickupyourpath.com has its first real reader submission.

Sherry turned in a photo and some copy (the message to other readers is: ‘Send in your vistas of trash and litter, too.’ The scene is of the wretched roadside along Highway 49 South near Clover, South Carolina. What’s morbid is this could be Highways 9 or 521 or 171 near Charleston or any of a number of similarly trashed roadsides throughout the state.

Here’s what Sherry wrote:

In some ways, it's merciful that Sherry didn't get out of her car to shoot a close up. Then again, she could've parked a few blocks - or a mile away - and pretty much captured the same putrid scene.

In some ways, it’s merciful that Sherry didn’t get out of her car to shoot a close up. Then again, she could’ve parked a few blocks – or a mile or 50 miles away – and pretty much captured the same putrid scene.

I am beginning to agree with you that some South Carolina drivers have no concept of an interior litter bag, preferring instead to chunk it out the car window to see how far it will travel.  I drive this 3 mile stretch of Hwy 49 S in Clover, SC a couple of times a week and the striking amount of litter on both sides of the road is alarming, sad and frankly disgusting.  Everything from tires to furniture lines this stretch of Hwy 49 S and it’s far more than I can tackle alone.  God help us all if this is the mentality of the average citizen traveling in this area…..kinda scary!

Thanks, Sherry. As we used to say in the news biz, ‘Keep sending in your cards and letters’ – and grotesque shots of trash and litter anywhere in the U.S., or the world for that matter.

About Dave Bradley (264 Articles)
I was a writer by trade so one would think letters would come easily for me. It is so now, but wasn't always that way. Indeed, the first letter was written the Monday after Ellen started her freshman year in college. For years I've wondered - with no good answers - why I swiveled my office chair toward my computer screen to fire up a word processing document for that first letter. I just don't know. I just did. Perhaps it was the angst of separation or wanting to say things that had gone unsaid at that moment when we parted ways in front of her college dormitory. What was a one-off became habitual. When her brother Reid enrolled in the same college, his name was added to the salutation line. They were kids then and are adults now. No matter. The letter writing habit remains so today. I live in Brevard, North Carolina. I'm well away from where they live and don't see them nearly as often as I'd like. That's why letters, at least to me, fill the void of distance. The pages give me something to say and the space to say it. There is no assurance they read the letters; indeed, I have never asked if they do so. With the pace of their busy lives who could blame them for letting a letter sit unopened? Over time, it has dawned on me that the letters are both communicative - and cathartic. By nature, letters are about the writer; the writer can only write about their situation. Perhaps that is as it should be. It's all about the here and now from one person's perspective.

2 Comments on First reader submission! …

  1. jacobsbranch // January 14, 2015 at 2:30 am // Reply

    Good start – great next step for blog!

  2. Richard: One small step (no pun intended) for man, one giant leap for a cleaner path.

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