I entered the 4-H Public Speaking Contest back in the early 70's and won County (Carroll County, Maryland) with a speech titled: Pollution, Pollution, What's The Solution. I competed with the other County winners for State, but did not win. I don't remember much about the speech other than the catchy title. Fast-forward to October 2017 and I'm still waging war on pollution.
When Daniel and I started our daily walks last month, I couldn't help but notice all the trash in my neighborhood and decided to carry along a bag and grabber. Every day, I'd collect a bag of trash. It's the usual stuff thrown from car windows and dropped from busy hands: cans, plastic bottles, candy wrappers, cigarette butts, and the many containers and bags that once held fast-food. From what I can tell, litterers (especially my neighbors) are unhealthy eaters. I've yet to find a hummus container or an apple core. I suspect my neighbors secretly call me the crazy trash lady. Come to think of it, maybe they throw trash in the street to keep me busy, so I don't try to engage them in conversation or borrow a cup of sugar.
I've never understood people who throw trash anywhere but in a container made for that purpose. If you do, please don't tell me. I'd still love you, but I'd probably nag you and tell you the world is not your garbage can and stop being trashy.
I will continue to pick up trash as long as my neighbors continue to throw it. It's not all bad, so far I've found a dime, a nickle and four pennies!
Pollution, Pollution, What's The Solution? Come to find out, it's me...at least in my neighborhood. Don't be trashy people.
