A pair of Litter-Pickers were out one morning this week. Both Pickers were wearing sun hats and summer tops and carrying long grabber pick-up poles. One Picker was swinging a half-full plastic bag in her right hand.

Suddenly one of the Pickers veered over and crossed to the other side of the street. “Oh, no,” I thought. “They found litter on my street!” But, no, after a close look at whatever caught her eye, she rejoined her companion, and they continued chatting as they unhurriedly went on their way.

No work for the Litter-Pickers on my street!