She walks slow, parading her garbage-poking stick like some kind of baton. He struts a little, wielding his. We search the boulevard and ditches for bags and wrappers to stab and slide into our garbage bag.
Hundreds of others (each one in a bright yellow Tee) spread across the city with gloves and bags, on the hunt for trash. Eleven churches work together to keep this city tidy each spring.
I wanted to get in on it, but no way would I drag my kids into community service.
They’ve got to want it...
Read the rest, as featured at my friend Kim Sullivan's blog.