On my quite not infrequent 45-minute jog in NW Washington DC (down Tilden Street to Rock Creek Park; along the path in Rock Creek Park
to Porter Street; up Porter Street to Connecticut Avenue; jog ends at the Van Ness/ UDC metro station) I do my "citizen's thing" and pick up litter.
FYI, I jog (very slowly) with a bag (yes, I plead guilty: ... a plastic bag) in hand where I place the litter.
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As I stretch my aging muscles, have taken a special interest in picking up plastic water bottles left empty/half empty along my joggin' way.
(Some of the plastic bottles, btw, are filled with urine, as I've noticed on several occasions on the south side of Tilden Street leading downhill to Rock Creek Park.)
May I note that the plastic bottles are not the only form of trash that I pick up. The trash ranges from empty cans/glass bottles to used prophylactics (which I delicately place in my trash bag with the aid of a branch found on the tree-filled environment).
FYI, below my accounting of yours truly's encounter with such a noxious industrial human-made liquid-holding object (yes, plastic bottles, not included in my numbers below are other types of plastic bottles, e.g., of "sodas.")
[Note: Given my failing memory, I may be missing, in the below assessment, a plastic water bottle or two.]
Needless to say, the bottles I stumble upon end up, thanks to my pubescent [:)] hands, in the public garbage receptacles in the National Park/along Connecticut Avenue.
P.S. But look at it on the bright side: We Americans are now evidently drinking a source of life, water, rather than sugary soda bubbly canned "drinks" (Hey, people, listen: things don't always go better with Coke) ...
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FYI, I jog (very slowly) with a bag (yes, I plead guilty: ... a plastic bag) in hand where I place the litter.
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As I stretch my aging muscles, have taken a special interest in picking up plastic water bottles left empty/half empty along my joggin' way.
(Some of the plastic bottles, btw, are filled with urine, as I've noticed on several occasions on the south side of Tilden Street leading downhill to Rock Creek Park.)
May I note that the plastic bottles are not the only form of trash that I pick up. The trash ranges from empty cans/glass bottles to used prophylactics (which I delicately place in my trash bag with the aid of a branch found on the tree-filled environment).
FYI, below my accounting of yours truly's encounter with such a noxious industrial human-made liquid-holding object (yes, plastic bottles, not included in my numbers below are other types of plastic bottles, e.g., of "sodas.")
[Note: Given my failing memory, I may be missing, in the below assessment, a plastic water bottle or two.]
Needless to say, the bottles I stumble upon end up, thanks to my pubescent [:)] hands, in the public garbage receptacles in the National Park/along Connecticut Avenue.
Date [missing dates mean no jogging on that day]; no. of plastic water bottles pickups [on a given day, I may have miscounted, plus or minus, by a bottle or two]
4/22--15
4/24--8
4/25--5
4/26--6
4/27--2
5/3--7
5/4--5
5/5--4.5 (one bottle was broken in half)
5/6--3 (one bottle found on Conn Av after my jog)
5/7--6 (including one half-filled bottle on the roof of a car parked in Rock Creek Park; and an empty Perrier plastic bottle -- vive la France! -- along Porter Street)
5/5--4.5 (one bottle was broken in half)
5/6--3 (one bottle found on Conn Av after my jog)
5/7--6 (including one half-filled bottle on the roof of a car parked in Rock Creek Park; and an empty Perrier plastic bottle -- vive la France! -- along Porter Street)
P.S. But look at it on the bright side: We Americans are now evidently drinking a source of life, water, rather than sugary soda bubbly canned "drinks" (Hey, people, listen: things don't always go better with Coke) ...
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