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trash on this beach? Neither could I until I sat still long enough to start seeing it. Then, without moving, it took only minutes to heap up an impressive pile of litter from within a 5 foot radius. while craig and i were doing this, a little girl about 5 appeared to ask what we were doing. we explained that litter is garbage by holding up various items from the pile: "straws are garbage, labels are garbage, caps are garbage..." etc. she asked, "where is the no-garbage place?" it should be everywhere, we said, indicating the whole beach. then her suspicious father arrived, thanked us for our good work, and hustled her away. now that i'd touched it, i felt i owned the garbage, so i artfully bundled it and hung it from my bike as ornament. this was just one stop of an all-day urban cycling adventure with craig which i summarize here for my own future benefit: up to madrona to see about painting nancy & dejan's new house; found cel phone, knocked on window where workers were, turned out to be craig's friend Erk from art school; visited greg and jeff at the hideout, their new bar opening march 25; had whisky and beer at 1st hill pub & grill with what looked like a bunch of retired miami beach mafia; visited jesse and linda who still exude post-Asia clarity and glow; owl & thistle for more whisky and beer; elliott bay beach cigarette and litter detail; drunk public urinator showed us his rubik's cube; rode along T91 to chittendon locks pitstop and then had just one sloopersize (33.8 oz.) beer at the sloop. along the way i found 18 more cans for my collection. |
