I remember the very first Earth Day. I was in junior high. My whole class went to the beach -- I lived on Staten Island -- and we collected loads and loads of trash. I remember thinking it was a fun day.
In many ways, not much has changed. As I do every year when the snow starts to melt in my neighborhood, I bring a garbage bag with me on my morning walk with Xena. Today was my first day to do this, this year. That felt very appropriate for Earth Day.
It always amazes me that my neighbors can be so careless with their trash. Many of them see us picking up their garbage as they drive by, and wave as if they have no clue as to what we're doing, or why. Xena always has a great time nosing around the scattered lunch bag leftovers of the kids in the neighborhood. I follow her, picking up the candy wrappers, soda bottles and such. It's not as much fun as it was in 1970, but I have a compulsion for doing it every year. It takes me about a week to gather all the trash and it's satisfying when I'm done.
Take a good look at your neighborhood. Feel the need to go for a walk?