This weekend, I finally felt like I was actually doing something to make a dent in this mess of a planet.
I got an e-mail a few weeks ago asking for volunteers to help a local organization, Keep Brazos Beautiful, by helping keeping the streets clean at the annual Texas Reds Steak and Grape festival (which Matt and I attended last year). I jumped at the chance.
I had never done a trash pick-up before. I remember my Girl Scout troop did one back when I was like, 7 or 8, but for some reason I didn't participate, and I always kind of wished that I had. So last weekend, I pulled on my blue volunteer T-shirt, drowned myself in sunscreen, and grabbed a claw-picker-upper thing and a trash bag from the Keep Brazos Beautiful office. Then we hit the streets of Downtown Bryan. (That's the sister city of College Station.)
Brazos is the name of our county, and we are also considered to be located in Brazos Valley.
Our shift was four hours, and it rained hard twice in that time frame, so we didn't actually get to spend the whole time cleaning up. I was looking for something weird or unusual to claw — since picking cigarette butts out of sidewalk cracks doesn't make that great a story — but didn't manage to find anything strange.
But I can say that because of the people I volunteered with, there are now significantly fewer cigarette butts (and other pieces of refuse) littering our streets. And I'm proud to have been part of that.
So I guess the moral of the story is ... dude, please don't litter.
Have you ever participated in a trash pick-up? Were you a Girl Scout?