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Tripping over my tongue …

I’ve stumbled over lots of things on my walks; my own two feet, untied shoelaces, sidewalk cracks, mis-timed hops over downed tree limbs and stray rocks.

And now my tongue has gotten in the way, too.

Earlier this week as I walked quickly with my head down and was about to enter the homestretch, I nearly steamrolled a man and woman at the corner of Sharon Road and Sharon View. I started to mumble something akin to ‘Sorry’ and get back to the business at hand, but what to my wondering eyes should appear was this: both near-victims carried trash bags which clearly held contents.

Your author is such a goof. I stumble upon other converts by chance, and blow the opportunity to make new friends of these do gooders.

Your author is such a dork. I stumble upon other converts by chance, and blow the opportunity to make new friends of these do gooders.

This is when my tongue got the best of me. I stammered to say ‘thank you’ and blurted out that I did picked up trash too. This was, the man said, their stretch of road to keep tidy. Seconds later and without other pleasantries, we went our separate ways. I can’t really recall what I said but not too many steps later it occurred to me what a lost opportunity this was. Why didn’t we introduce ourselves? How come I didn’t get at least their first names? How often did they patrol this section of the sidewalk and when did you start? Could I maybe get your photo sometime? Are there others you know who pick up litter? Here’s my blog site …

But no. I kicked myself the rest of the way home for missing the boat. I fell flat on my face without ever hitting the concrete. Maybe I’ll see this couple again and can atone for the chance to properly thank these picker-uppers.

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.

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