Hey, That’s Our Trash ! September 25
What fun for a Saturday morning! My early morning intention last Saturday was to get to Waimea to join some fellow Rotarians in a trash pick-up project. Our club adopted a stretch of Highway out by the Waimea Country Club a few years ago and we do this every couple of months as part of our community service -and because we all drive that stretch of road and as you might imagine, it looks nicer without the litter. Also, since it just so happens to be right by the golf course, there’s usually at least a 4-some ready to go play golf after our “chores”. In fact, we’ve been know to pitch a tent off the back of a truck, set up hibachis and make a day of it! 
Now from Waikoloa where I live this requires butt out of bed and on the road no later than 6:30 AM. No, let me back up. If I want to perform my usual morning ritual, it requires butt out of bed in time to have a cuppa coffee and read the morning paper. My husband and I have divergent interests and activities, but we always have a cup of joe and a read ‘n rant together every morning. And boy is there a lot of ranting these days, but don’t get me started!
Anyway, I take off almost on time, (my husband would counter -never on time), but I have to stop at ACE Hardware for some gloves on the way. They’re open early so that’s okay, but it does put me a wee tardy for that 7 AM start. And darn, by the time I get there everyone’s gone, I imagine scattered down the road donning their oh so fashionable, orange vests and trash bags. No worry, I’ll just catch up and pitch right in -after all, this is Saturday morning VOLUNTEER stuff (bad attitude, I know).
Looking toward Honoka’a I spy several bright orange trash bags bulging and neatly tied, but not one single Rotarian.
“COME ON GUYS, I’M ONLY 15 MINUTES LATE.” NO WAY COULD THEY HAVE BAGGED THAT MUCH TRASH SO FAST.
I drove to the end of our “territory” and counted 14 bags! Anyway, I circled back to the staging area and finally spotted 4 or 5 guys but they’re just as befuddled as me. They didn’t pick up the trash either, somebody else did but nobody knows who or when.
Finally we figured it must have been the politicians. You see it’s silly season and in Hawaii that encompasses sign waving along the roadways and yes, even trash pick-up (so they can slap their slogan stickers on the bags and score brownie points with voters). All I know is it saved me having to pick 500 hitch-hiker stickers out of my socks afterwards and my thighs didn’t feel like I ran a marathon the next day, so I’m happy, but I hope they don’t try that again. I mean, HEY, THAT’S OUR TRASH! . . . . ;o)
Aloha, “Mikie”
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