While I was doing some sniffing work on the slope at the south end of the bluff, I happened to turn and look uphill.
My eye was caught by a disturbing vista of garbage.
Bizarrely, the garbage appeared to be growing out of a bush.
I hurried to investigate.
It didn't take me long to determine that garbage-droppers had been having a heyday at this end of the bluff.
Everywhere I looked I saw signs of their disrespect. Cans and cigarette butts were scattered plentifully around the area.
My mind turned to the late Lady Bird Johnson, who spearheaded the "Don't be a litterbug" campaign to beautify America. I felt grateful that Lady Bird was not alive to learn of this desecration.
But then it occurred to me that Lady Bird might have been a can half-full type of person -- someone who focused not on the trash but on the lovely views, the crisp air, the cliffs too far for litterbugs to reach with their hurled cans.
What would Lady Bird do?
Gifted with opposable thumbs, she would likely have picked up the trash. I didn't have that option. But I did have the ability to look at the can half-full, so that's what I did.
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