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Chicago isn’t doing so well on litter …

It’s good for me to get out of Charlotte now and then. Nice to see different streets. 

OK, maybe it isn’t so good to see some streets here in Chicago, the city of Broad Shoulders. People don’t appear to be shouldering their share of the trash load. The streets are a mess. 


It’s been this way – very slovenly – every time I visit.  I mean, otherwise it’s a great, marvelous town. Incredible restaurants, fun sights to see – and then there are the World Champion Cubs. 

But Chicagoland, based on the ultra-cluttered Division-Ashland-Chicago Ave. loop I just walked, is far from champion-esque in terms of cleanliness. Harris Teeter bags, where art thou? 

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.

1 Comment on Chicago isn’t doing so well on litter …

  1. I’ve had the opportunity to visit San Francisco every few years for several decades. On a recent trip there I was amazed and perplexed at the volume of litter blowing around in the streets. It has really tainted my whole perception of an otherwise beautiful city.

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