I’m in Minnesota this weekend to see my granddaughters (and their parents) and sanity mandates that a guy needs to escape the house (or them from me). Other grandparents can relate.
The early morning was the perfect time to create necessary space. The trek was mostly about a search for strong black coffee since the household was a good hour from waking up. A little bakery was nearby and a few jelly Danish would fill just out of bed tummies.
Of course, I can’t just walk. I’m too judgmental about the state of cleanliness and this part of St. Paul seems to fall short of my non-litter standards. But the mess isn’t on the order of Charlotte which has big litter issues. The citizenry here is a fair amount more environmentally conscious.
Yet the few blocks I slogged along Snelling held several bags worth of debris along the curb, mostly smashed bottles and flattened cans that once contained Hamms and “Lineys.” My praise for Minnesotans can go only so far, however, in the face of what I should’ve been picking up. Any amount of trash is still too much. Maybe I’ll regroup tomorrow morning when I return to the Coffee Bean for another cup of dark roast.