Trash Talking

For years, I have lived in my Lake Forest neighborhood and enjoyed the streets around my house being clean and devoid of trash from our discourteous residents. I often wondered why our streets in particular never seemed to accumulate any trash. I thought I saw you once about a year ago, out for a walk with a trash bag, but by the time I turned my car around to thank you, you were gone. But I spied you again the other day out on an early trek with your sun visor on and trash bag in hand, quietly picking up paper and fast-food cups that had been discarded along our street and greenbelt. I now know who you are and can thank you publicly. Thank you!

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