Bill Conley

It doesn't take long into a typical Green Up Day excursion to notice a few things that reveal a lot about yourself doing the trash pickup and about those whom I'll refer to hereafter as “trashers.” (I much prefer this term to the conventional euphemistic term “litterers,” as “litter” is much too polite a term for the garbage that trashers feel free to dump at will.)

Not too long after filling our second or third bag of disgusting refuse from a lovely local pond, I asked my daughter her thoughts as she was crouching into yet another body of water to pull swill dumped from probably the same trasher.