Take Out the Papers and the Trash

Eyebrows McGree has had a case or two of private garbage dumping. She seems slightly annoyed.

I’ve been meaning to write about this for quite some time. My thrice-weekly sojourns to Pekin, my daily trip into Peoria, and my weekly jaunt to Bloomington take me through plenty of rural territory. There is a lot of garbage dumping going on. I don’t live in town, but Morton does require refuse stickers on your bags or cans (except for a “Herbie Curbie”). I don’t know if this exacerbates the problem, or not.

Paper landscape bags of leaves along Tennessee Ave. Plain old plastic bags of trash along Broadway. The occasional couch, just dumped. While I don’t like litter, either, this is more than a beer can here and there.

The only dumping I have ever had to deal with was a bag full of empty antihistamine boxes at my grandfather’s place (yeah, we called the cops). If I ever got a bag full of garbage on my property. You can darn well bet I’d put on my best Well-Lamont gloves and see if the culprit was stupid enough to leave anything with an address in it. I’d give the police first dibs on doing something about it. If they couldn’t (or wouldn’t), I wonder how the guilty party would feel about a load of manure (I have my sources) on their front lawn?