Trash Walker, Trash Talker

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Litter has always been the bane of my existence. It can send me into a tailspin, road rage, and cause me to say unkind things, sometimes to the offender, sometimes just really, really loud, but out of earshot.

I've had an Aha! moment with litter. I've become the Trash Walker. I now carry at least one rubbish bag and a pair of disposable gloves with me on every walk. I made a logo, which I print on bright paper and attach to the ties of the fully, loaded trash bag. Most trash isn't on an easily identifiable piece of property. It's along the overpass and underpass, the marsh by the river, or the woods along a side street.

When the bag is full, I tie up the end with the sign attached (on one side it says "This area has been visited by the Trash Walker; on the other side it says "Trash Walker: picking up trash one walk at a time"). It's a walking trash barrel with a smile on it, two eyes, and two legs. After filling the bag(s), I leave them in a very prominent place, hoping that the rubbish collectors will pick them up. If they don't, I'm hoping some guilt will cause a nearby business or homeowner to add it to their weekly rubbish collection. If no one picks them up, a call to the local newspaper may be in order to get a little litter publicity.

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