Trash or Treasure?
I hate littering. I know I shouldn't get so upset but driving along and seeing the piles of crap at the side of the road drives me crazy. I can see more of it now since the snow has melted. I have been known to "ask" people if they lost something after picking up a coffee cup that they "dropped" in a parking lot while walking back to their car. Some people don't seem to appreciate my tidy sense of humor when it comes to helping them retrieve a lost cigarette butt or the remains of their half eaten lunch when it ends up on the ground in an other wise pristine parking lot. ( Is it me or does it seem that people tend to litter more if there is other garbage nearby?? I call it the Alice's Restaurant Syndrome....listen to the song is the only clue I will give you for that one....)
I recently found something at particular area that I use everyday. My Woods...yea they are mine...
I often come back to the car after a long morning walk in the wild, woods of Wickford , with two dogs and my pockets full of everything from last nights beer can to a old can of hair spray that somehow found itself onto the trail. On this particular day I was trying to get my wandering pouches back on the trail when I noticed that the pile of treasures that they where exploring seemed rather large for this area of the woods. The pile include car parts,bottles,shoes and half of a pitch fork. I began thinking that there might be something old enough that it wouldn't just be garbage it might actually have turned into something valuable that we call an "antique" Something so old that it is no longer junk but now worth more money than when it was new. Go figure. Where is the line between this antique thing and trash? Imagine the Pharaohs wife saying " Murray don't throw that out someday it will be priceless and be admired by millions"..."But its just a vase" Murray would say. ( Wait, wait...Murray??? ...when did the pharaohs become Jewish?)
Well next time I find something on the trail or have it hit my windshield after falling out of the car in front of me I will preserve it for future generations to admire.
I hate littering. I know I shouldn't get so upset but driving along and seeing the piles of crap at the side of the road drives me crazy. I can see more of it now since the snow has melted. I have been known to "ask" people if they lost something after picking up a coffee cup that they "dropped" in a parking lot while walking back to their car. Some people don't seem to appreciate my tidy sense of humor when it comes to helping them retrieve a lost cigarette butt or the remains of their half eaten lunch when it ends up on the ground in an other wise pristine parking lot. ( Is it me or does it seem that people tend to litter more if there is other garbage nearby?? I call it the Alice's Restaurant Syndrome....listen to the song is the only clue I will give you for that one....)
I recently found something at particular area that I use everyday. My Woods...yea they are mine...
I often come back to the car after a long morning walk in the wild, woods of Wickford , with two dogs and my pockets full of everything from last nights beer can to a old can of hair spray that somehow found itself onto the trail. On this particular day I was trying to get my wandering pouches back on the trail when I noticed that the pile of treasures that they where exploring seemed rather large for this area of the woods. The pile include car parts,bottles,shoes and half of a pitch fork. I began thinking that there might be something old enough that it wouldn't just be garbage it might actually have turned into something valuable that we call an "antique" Something so old that it is no longer junk but now worth more money than when it was new. Go figure. Where is the line between this antique thing and trash? Imagine the Pharaohs wife saying " Murray don't throw that out someday it will be priceless and be admired by millions"..."But its just a vase" Murray would say. ( Wait, wait...Murray??? ...when did the pharaohs become Jewish?)
Well next time I find something on the trail or have it hit my windshield after falling out of the car in front of me I will preserve it for future generations to admire.