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Green light: A primer on how Charlotte recycles trash … Good move to recycle, PGA … Surprised? Denier-in-Chief ignores federal climate report

Collected litter got drenched in this week's heavy rains so the standard trash-on-driveway photo op never happened. But, hopefully, sometime soon will be the first in a series of reports on what happens to litter in recycling facilities.

The City of Charlotte’s Solid Waste department left a voicemail the other day – a message I’d waited and hoped for.

A few posts ago I opined how nice it would be (for you) to see this this blog shift momentarily away from gruesome trash and litter photos to a more thorough explanation of how Charlotte deals with recycling of tons of material. 

So it appears a new vein of litter reportage will be show – hopefully – what becomes of the paper and plastics you and I faithfully plunk into our recycling bins every week. At its core, recycling is the mark of an environmentally concerned citizenry.


Collected litter got drenched in this week’s heavy rains so the standard trash-on-driveway photo ops never happened. But, hopefully, sometime soon will be the first in a series of reports on what happens to litter in recycling facilities.

If you’re lucky, this could morph into a multi-part feature that can be spread out over weeks or months. If there are specifics you want me to feature from my tour(s) of city facilities, shoot me a note.

In belated news, the PGA Championship hustled to include recycling for golf fans.

The Charlotte Observer ran a small piece early in championship week that there was no provision for the galleries to recycle cups, plates, etc. as they watched the action at golf’s fourth major of the year. 50,000 people roaming a course during hot, humid weather can generate a lot of trash, much of it recyclable material.

To its credit, the event staff took the call-out to heart. Recycling receptacles were placed around the course. Good move by both concerned fans and tournament organizers.

In old news, our POTUS once again appears to boldly ignore climate change.

A sweeping report compiled from research by 13 federal agencies on climate change states (in draft form), among other things, that recent decades have been the warmest in the past 1,500 years.

But our Denier-in-Chief appears to be yawning – fake news! – over the issue of climate change as he wrestles (he’s being pinned to the mat) with a host of self-inflicted wounds on recent gaffs such as a dully poor response to Charlottesville, health care, foundering GOP support, etc.

He is just utterly clueless on this critically important topic of the day. He can’t wrap his small hands around the enormity – and preponderance of scientific evidence – of the global warming/sea level rise dilemma. What Trump has done, however, is ably build a cadre of Cabinet members and staff who share his head-in-the-sand beliefs. That may well spell doom for the draft report actually making it any further.

According to the report, even a 1/2 degree rise in global temperatures can have catastrophic impact on earth: longer-lasting heat waves, more intense rainstorms and faster disintegration of coral reefs.

The ‘failing’ New York Times cites research in the report that since the 1960s in the United States, the number and severity of cooler nights has decreased while the frequency and severity of warm nights has increased in that same time frame. Report authors assert these findings with “very high” confidence.

Among the chief concerns of collected scientists: the Trump administration could change or suppress the report.

All of this makes my blood boil – and that’s not due to global warming. It’s the results of what I term the administration’s “ignorance index.” You heard it here first.

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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