It occurred to me on today’s dawn patrol that there is something pitiable about near-constant picking up after hooligans and goobers (see redneck naming conventions in the Feb. 7 post).
Afternoon after afternoon and weekend morning after weekend morning, it just never stops. It never ceases. Some amount of junk is always there. Slobs throw crap out, I pick it up. That’s how it works. Yet for sidewalk caretakers, there is satisfaction in keeping a stretch of path clean and seeing recyclables reenter the manufacturing chain. That’s all good.
But I just wish that there would be more time to enjoy the stroll for the stroll’s sake and less for the trash part of it. I suppose it’s a matter of degrees. You take the good with the bad. It’s just that the bad seems to outweigh the good on a daily basis.
You just live with it and walk on.