Barbur litter returns a week after clean-up
Since last Saturday, when we picked up litter along Barbur Boulevard, I’ve been enjoying our handiwork driving home from downtown. Barbur has looked like a parkway.
Until this evening.
A big bag of overflowing trash is dumped alongside the road. Someone else had thrown out a hamburger wrapper. A cardboard box was another 50 feet up the shoulder.
Less than a week after our SOLV clean-up, the litter is back with a vengeance.
Oh, and then there’s the corporate litter of the illegal 1-800-GOT-JUNK signs in the right of way. I’ve removed six of these miniature billboards in the last few days.
I know, I know, Saturday night I wrote a consoling thought in this blog about the malaise of trash along our boulevards. “Joy is whatever is in the present moment minus our opinions about it.”
I’m having a problem expunging my opinions about the new litter and the slobs responsible for it.
Tonight, driving home, I found no joy.
Oh, and I will call the local 1-800-GOT-JUNK franchisee, Tom Maryschak (believe me, he knows me), to tell him that his signs are still not appreciated and that I got HIS junk. Six signs now reside in my garage. Since the backs are blank, they come in handy for garage sale signs and peace placards or to cover work surfaces. I once made a bird feeder out of one.
Someone should write a book titled: “101 things to do with 1-800-GOT-JUNK signs.”
Any ideas?
Actually, I do feel an odd twinge of promise, if not joy, when I see 1-800-GOT-JUNK signs. I always pull over and yank them out. I know that, with a little imagination, they can be put to good use.
As long as Tom plants them along the roadside, I’ll happily and productively harvest them.
Until this evening.
A big bag of overflowing trash is dumped alongside the road. Someone else had thrown out a hamburger wrapper. A cardboard box was another 50 feet up the shoulder.
Less than a week after our SOLV clean-up, the litter is back with a vengeance.
Oh, and then there’s the corporate litter of the illegal 1-800-GOT-JUNK signs in the right of way. I’ve removed six of these miniature billboards in the last few days.
I know, I know, Saturday night I wrote a consoling thought in this blog about the malaise of trash along our boulevards. “Joy is whatever is in the present moment minus our opinions about it.”
I’m having a problem expunging my opinions about the new litter and the slobs responsible for it.
Tonight, driving home, I found no joy.
Oh, and I will call the local 1-800-GOT-JUNK franchisee, Tom Maryschak (believe me, he knows me), to tell him that his signs are still not appreciated and that I got HIS junk. Six signs now reside in my garage. Since the backs are blank, they come in handy for garage sale signs and peace placards or to cover work surfaces. I once made a bird feeder out of one.
Someone should write a book titled: “101 things to do with 1-800-GOT-JUNK signs.”
Any ideas?
Actually, I do feel an odd twinge of promise, if not joy, when I see 1-800-GOT-JUNK signs. I always pull over and yank them out. I know that, with a little imagination, they can be put to good use.
As long as Tom plants them along the roadside, I’ll happily and productively harvest them.
Labels: 1-800-GOT-JUNK, Barbur Boulevard, litter, SOLV
posted by Rick Seifert at
11:05 PM
1 Comments:
Keep up the good work! I also pull these signs religiously in my area, and the signs of a local copycat junk removal service. Ironic that they purport to remove junk, but also create more. I have cut the local guy's signs into pieces, which I plan to dump on the road in front of his house.
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