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A plug in the Charlotte Observer … larger deserts along the Mediterranean? … my political endorsements coming soon … what’s another weekend without jumbo bags of litter?

Thanks to Charlotte Observer editor Taylor Batten for the shout out for litter control

Even as the pre-election hyperbole/drama was blowing up all around him, Charlotte Observer editorial page editor Taylor Batten was true to his word: he ran my article on the local litter pandemic.

He didn’t need to. But he thought it was a “strong piece” – he touched it up nicely (that’s his job as editor) – and still he gave it a surprising one-third of a page in a paper with one million-plus readership.

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The Observer didn’t need to run my column, but they were nice enough to do just that.

What followed was a brief spike in blog visits, a handful of ‘thank you’ emails from Observer readers and one new blog subscriber.

All of which was beside the point. Awareness has to start somewhere and it began last Friday. As I told my son’s girlfriend who is a staunch supporter of litter efforts, this isn’t the sexiest of topics. There are no celebrities, famous athletes or political candidates running to jump on the anti-litter bandwagon or wear ‘Pick Up Your Path’ t-shirts at gala events. There never will be. As with most other things of this ilk, the dirty, grimy, hands-on work will continue to be done in quiet solitude, one person and one path at a time.


A few more degrees mean larger deserts and a change in the growing range of vegetation in the Mediterranean region

The blowhard Donald Trump continues to call man-caused global warming a hoax. Well, Donald, I’ve got slap-you-upside-the-head news for you and other global warming deniers.

Smarter people than you are doing fact-based research you so blithely dismiss; 10,000 years of historical data and computer modeling by the National Center of Scientific Research in France (republished in the journal Science) forecasts the expansion of deserts in southern Spain and northern Africa along with a shrinking range of vegetation in the Mediterranean region.

Global temperatures have risen by 1 degree Celsius (not quite 2 degrees Fahrenheit) since pre-industrial times. If the current rate of global warming goes up one more degree Celsius, researchers predict the dire desert and vegetation consequences.

But there are political costs to regional climate change, too.

Waves of immigrants that have deluged Europe are political in nature, but researchers say the prolonged drought and other uncertain weather conditions that hamper agriculture in Africa contribute to the region’s instability and may well fuel more population shifts.


Any my choice for President is …

Other media outlets endorse candidates, why not this blog?

I’ll name my choices for President and other high offices – and why from an environmental perspective – later this week.


Another Saturday and Sunday, more jumbo size bags of trash

Someone please pass this note along to Harris Teeter: “Your trash bags aren’t big enough to contain all the litter and junk I pick up on my walks.”

Saturday and Sunday were good cases in point. Bag-busters, both.

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One of these weekend days I’d love to walk along in the early morning darkness idly sipping my go-cup of hair-on-your-chest black coffee without having to clean up after morons. But no, slobs have other ideas.

What’s really whacky is back in the day – 5 years or so ago – I not only photographed my yucky, illicit finds but for a brief period cataloged what I found. Now that’s just plain crazy. Here’s what’s also sorrowful: I ditched (recycled) the logs when I cleaned out my garage as I prepared for the sale of the townhouse. Damn.

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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