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Not As We Were

Not As We Were

I have a quirky little habit of picking up trash when I walk. Along my usual route, I'll inevitably find beer cans, solo cups, cardboard boxes and the occasional tree limb or two. It feels good to scoop them up and clear the sidewalks of our town. Sometimes, I hum a few bars of Montgomery Gentry's "My Town" and think, yea, this is my town and I want to keep it nice.