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A Meetup for picker uppers …

When you first hear the term Meetup, there is the undeniable connotation of dating, hookups or other relationship-tinged activity.

But such a salacious perception is untrue. Meetup.com is an online group-gathering site for just about any hobby/interest you can imagine: hiking, dining, running, games and sports (I lead a big golf group in Charlotte, Golf for One) as well as support groups. It’s really an interesting concept that can bring like-minded folks and strangers together.

With any luck, members of this new Meetup will post photos of what they pick up along with a brief bit of commentary.

With any luck, members of this new Meetup will post photos of what they pick up along with a brief bit of commentary.

This past week I created a Pick Up Your Path group on Meetup (go to Meetup.com, search for groups in Charlotte. The key words for my new bunch are environment, environmentalism).

So far only five daring souls have taken the leap of faith to pick up litter in their neighborhoods. In my experience with Meetup, groups get off the group quickly but can just as quickly peter out due to lack of regularly scheduled activities, lack of numbers (people tend to want to join groups that have a lot of folks) or they join too many groups which spreads their interests too thin.

But I’m willing to give the Pick Up Your Path group a shot for a few months. What’s somewhat unusual for this Meetup is we really won’t meet. Rather, converts will attend to their paths and walkways and post photos and brief commentary about their experiences. To be honest about it, it’s as much an awareness thing as anything.

You are cordially invited to visit this new anti-litter Meetup. If you have any questions, bring them on.

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.

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