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A messy path and a bus ride for climate change …

There’s localized environmental action. Then there’s national environmental action.

I’ll get a strong taste of both within the next week. For the first time in decades, I’ll join others in a protest action – this one aimed squarely at non-believers in climate change.

My path looks junkier these days.

My usual route has gone unattended for more than a week now, and it mortifies me how it can go to hell litter-wise, in a matter of days.

Yesterday was my first full spin – albeit slowly – around the full Sharon View – Colony – Fairview – Sharon View Road loop of about three miles.

I’m still probably a week or two from the go-ahead to really get after my localized trash problem again. It’s not the walking nor the carrying of weight that would be at issue, it’s the continual stooping over that would be problematic.

But I’m regaining my feet day by day and will be back in the saddle soon enough.

A bus ride to fight climate change.

I get a fair number of emails from environmental groups and causes; there are enough pitches/’alerts’/warnings that a degree of prioritization is necessary. It requires me to pay more attention to some than others.

One of those that got my full attention arrived yesterday in my inbox.

It was a call to action for the People’s Climate March on Saturday, April 29 in Washington, D.C.

I sat on the sofa for a while, internally debating if I wanted to get off my rump and join who knows how many thousands of others to protest this administration’s anti-climate stance. One consideration: Mr. ‘I’ll have no time for golf’ Trump will likely jet out of town for yet another well-deserved and sorely-needed vacation away from the little people.

Since The Donald continuously doubles down on denial of climate change (in the face of his Department of Defense, NASA, National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) and a horde of other government scientists) this march is only the latest in what will likely be, and has been, a string of ongoing public reminders that he is wrong on this most critical of public – and world – issues. Indeed, this is only one such issue he is terribly misinformed/wrongly opinionated about.


Climate change contributes directly to sea level rise, which impacts those of us along the North and South Carolina coasts (including this view of Folly Beach, SC) particularly hard.

So for $32, I’ve reserved a seat on the bus. In kind of an odd twist, there won’t be overnight hotel accommodations; the bus doesn’t depart Charlotte until 11 p.m. on Friday, April 28 for the overnight jaunt to D.C. We’ll get home shortly after midnight on the 30th – with riders catching shuteye as we can during the voyage.

No doubt I’ll make a number of march-related (and opinionated) posts.

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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