Tired of hearing about the Blizzard of New York?
Um. Yeah, I know. Then I did something really silly, other than listening to the snow storm.
I tuned to ESPN and listened to at least twelve minutes of the Super Bowl Media Day. I’ll assume it was twelve minutes, though it seemed an age, because they had two commercial breaks.
Strange happenings. A young man bearing a back pack, leading a Rottweiler, climbed off a school bus and walked away. Dog. School bus. Young man. Mid-day.
What to make of that. Not a lot, I don’t suppose, it was the young fellow opening a plastic wrapper of some sort and allowing the breeze to carry it away that caught my eye. I wondered why it couldn’t have put it in his pocket to dispose of later.
That thought led to thinking of the way the military cares for loose trash. They simply know that men don’t like to pick up trash, so when the trash piles up they gen-up a large formation and explain the job is to pick it up if it ain’t moving or painted.
Surprising how little trash a large group of people don’t generate if they have to pick it up.
From the reaches,