My Old Man is a Garbage Man. My dad and his doctor buddy would sing this with mocking enthusiasm, shamelessly embarassing us kids a bit, as they went about picking up trash at San Onofre as part of our day at the beach. Needless to say, I have also inherited that gene. I actually like picking up trash, as long as I have my trusty Can Grabber from www.pikespeakii.com. About $20, it has a metal foot that just doesn't wear out like the suction cup pinchers. I have finally learned to store the Can Grabber next to the leashes and bags so that when I walk the dogs, I have a bag or two for trash, and a couple for the dogs of course, and the picker makes it so easy to grab the soggy papers and cups that litter my favorite surf lookouts. Get one, store it where you will use it, like in your car, and you will be amazed at the good karma you feel when you tidy up some small corner of the world. Actually he was a general surgeon, family doctor not a garbage man, but somehow it made him feel better about his own carbon footprint. Works for me, Dad.
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