forsyth | I Took a Walk (Reply)

The sky is grey and the breeze is cold. Not the kind you get when there's weather actually happening, the kind of grey and cold that implies snow, but doesn't promise it, like the model in a car commercial implies she'd sleep with you if you bought the car, but doesn't actually promise it. I threw on a jacket over my sweater and grabbed a large bookstore shopping bag and a pair of latex gloves. There's a section of the road where I walk that's practically a mine of beer bottles and other spoor of bored rednecks cruising a back road in the evening. Since the local government hasn't authorized a cull of the herds, I resigned myself to cleaning up after them.

I didn't even reach them though, within half a mile my bag was beyond of fast food cups, plastic bags, plastic bottles, and a fine assortment of containers for Milwaukee's signature beverage. Anything paper I left, because paper actually goes away in time, better than when it's buried in a pile of other trash. That was my adventure for the day.