Apparently Charlotte didn’t generate enough trash for me to pick up (roughly 1,100 lbs. per year). Now I’ll head to the hills – literally – a few hours west in North Carolina.
For a lot of reasons – and without any hiccups at the closing table – I move from Charlotte to Brevard sometime in the next 10 days.
I’m mostly euphemistic about my litter picking up days in Charlotte. It’s been a good ride (if you like to pick up litter) in the Queen City. Brevard may be much, much smaller in scale yet from what I’ve seen at first blush, the town doesn’t quite pass the eyeball test so my trash retrieval days are far from an end. My grocery bags turned wannabe trash receptacles won’t go unfilled. That’s okay. The retrieval process is pretty much habitual for me now.
What it shows and tells me is litter and junk is far from just an urban blight. Lots of man-caused debris waits to be corraled along the otherwise pristine banks of the Davidson and French Broad rivers; apparently unthinking dunderheads and buffoons live everywhere.
If you’re a Charlottean, you’re excused from following my missives since the focus will shift to Transylvania County. Still, part of me hopes you’ll stick around as a reader (and at the least as a picker upper); it is high time I picked on slobs other than those who drive along Fairview, Colony, Sharon and Sharon View Roads. It’ll give me someone new to yell at.