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.
Cool, eh?
I wanted to get in on it, but no way would I drag my kids
into community service.
They’ve got to want it...
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