Adopt a Highway Cleanup: Don’t Litter!

I’m a member, (and an officer), of a motorcyclist rights organization. Our organization is part of the Adopt A Highway program….our 2 mile stretch of road is near a local forest preserve and park.

Some of our chapter members got together today to clean our stretch of highway….and I just have to say, that even though it was not the worst it has ever been, I am still appalled at the fact that we actually need to do this. The fact that people actually litter at all has never ceased to amaze me, and often times, the things we find….well, some you would not expect, and others are just plain disgusting.

Here is a list of some of the litter we found today: Booze bottles, beer cans, broken glass, fast food wrappers, pieces of styrofoam cups (lots of those), cardboard in all shapes and sizes, a deep fryer, a whole tire, a half a tire, pieces of cars, a sign for “Josh”, an ice cream business banner, a fertilizer bag, a really long piece of metal (siding maybe), used baby wipes, and a plastic tampon cover. Really? You throw your tampon cover on the side of the road? That’s just gross.

Don’t litter….it makes for an unsightly, and unhealthy, scene of what is meant to be beautiful in nature.

 

 

My red suv, talent show, trying to find Ogden Ave dream

My daughter (who is little in my dream) and I are getting ready to my grandpa’s house in LaGrange Park IL to go to a talent show.  But first, she has to take a nap, and she has to have a special blanket.  After trying 3 or 4 blankets, we finally find the special one.  After her nap, we leave in a big red suv.

We get to this school or church auditorium where the talent show/play is being held.  A family is surprising their neighbor lady with a free ticket, and they are going to sing to her.  That lady is sitting right behind me.  It’s a big production, with dancing and singing, and she was really surprised.  Then, I noticed something strange.  The lady had fallen asleep and landed right smack up against my shoulders.  I was kind of stuck.

It took a while to wake her up, but when we finally did, after making sure she was ok, I high tailed it out of there, because we were now late.  (I had been stuck under the sleeping neighbor for over 30 minutes.) My daughter is in the car, and we almost back into a car (this suv we are in is HUGE). As we are driving down the street, I think to myself, if we can just get straight through to Ogden Ave, we’ll be good to go.

In the meantime, my daughter is wondering who’s little white lacy jacket she’s wearing, because there are what appear to be initials on the inside of the sleeve.  My response was that it likely used to belong to my aunt.

As we are driving across to Ogden Ave, the road changes, turning more into an alley type of roadway, and then just a dirt road.  We pass some railroad tracks, and I decide to stop and ask for directions. I ask this fellow by the tracks, who is either changing a tire, or doing something to the boat or camper hooked to his vehicle, “Hey, what happened to this street…it used to go through to Ogden Ave.”

Well, his response was less than direct.  I heard about his job out in Colorado, and how he lived in Davenport for a while, and that he knows where Spruce Hills Drive is, (which is in Bettendorf, Ia.), but couldn’t recall how to get to Ogden Ave.  So, I decided to just head the other direction on a main road that looked like it went straight through.

We ended up back at my Grandpas, with a favorite blanket, taking a nap.