My amigito perrito and I were walking through the woods that I played in as a child yesterday...
brief interlude:
"Bulldoze the woods that I ran through. Carry the pictures of me and you.
I have no memory of who I once was and I don't remember your name "
-The Avett Brothers
We now return you to our previous broadcast:
As we came upon a scene dear to me as a fond reminder of my boyhood (see image #1) I also found to my initial dismay
a heap of trash
Maybe worse, because this stuff could be recycled -
if it wasn't so rusty...
(see image #2)
We looked closer and I got to thinking...
when did they last have pull tabs on beer cans?
It must have been in my early childhood or earlier that they disappeared
So these cans are older that I am, still sitting here.
Maybe some leaves or dirt hid them from the many walkers along this trail
Perhaps they are left there as a reminder to take care of our planet
Most likely people dumped them out there in 1975 because there was no recycling program and no nickel
And they also most likely drank them out there in 1975 and I am set to thinking
I bet those parties were fun, out in the woods - overlooking the Mighty Hudson, years before I was born
I took my two samples to bring home and left the remainder
I'll walk there again next year or maybe sooner and they will be my friend that I will check in on and say hello
to my trailer park ancestors rippin butts and crushing Gennys and Milwaukee's Best out in the woods
I have a lot of stories of these woods, but am still in the thrall of somebody else's party rubbish.