Nikki Lee Health

I’ve been walking through my lovely neighborhood of Elkins Park since 1987, at all hours and through all seasons. About 10 years ago, I starting picking up trash if it was near to my path. My thought was that by leaving it there, I was making a choice for it to stay there. Last summer,  I heard Pete Seeger quoted as saying, “It’s not your trash, nor my trash. It’s our trash.” I like this view.

I had already started picking up trash along the way before my lovely walk along the canal with Tao Seeger, who was picking up trash. Sweet to know that someone else was doing it. A time or two,  I have met a man in a suit, walking home from the train station. He was picking up trash with one hand along his route, and holding his briefcase with the other. He went more out of his way to get to the trash than I do. I spoke my gratitude to him, as I passed by.

Almost always, after picking and walking and getting to the limits two hands could hold, magically, a bag would show up! This is still true.

Tonight, as I walked through the early Fall dark, every single street was clean. There was nothing to pick up.

I love it!!