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My path as it should be
This is the second to last leg of my path. It is the quietest stretch of my route, an overgrown aisle of concrete about 300 yards long with about a quarter mile left to my front doorstep. This is how...
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Anger issues…
I think I have anger issues. This morning’s stroll started out so placidly but it wasn’t too long before the steam began to build. All it took was a McDonald’s carton and a can of Bud Light a few feet...
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Take your butts elsewhere…
I have never picked up a cigarette butt in all my time patrolling my path. Not once. It’s really a numbers game: there’s just too many of them too strewn out. I don’t care where you look along the...
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The environment loses some weight…
Finally, some extra pounds I can live with. For sake of argument, let’s say my average daily haul of picked up trash is … 2 pounds. The volume by weight can vary wildly (the variables are hard plastic...
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Do we lessen ourselves?
This question may move us beyond the context of the litter that lines our streets, roads and pathways. When we look at things from the larger environmental context, do we lessen ourselves when we toss...
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Chicago is a …
… a mess. Literally, it would be a bag of plastic – per block. My morning stroll to Caffe Streets on Division was depressing. Surely a city can care for itself better. If I were giving out grades for...
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