OK, OK, I know, sounds strange, but how often do we actually connect with the faces inside the cars that drive by our homes? Well, if we live on a cul-de-sac maybe a bit more than most, but on a busy state highway, not at all. Of course, when someone beeps, and waves I will wave back at the tail lights as they drive by, but that's it.
Unless they were driving a clown car, I have a hard time recognizing them once they pass the house at 50 mph.
So, how do I know there are humans, real people in those cars, and not just automatons? Well, I've been finding traces of them all along my lawn.
I know, amazing, huh? I feel like an archaeologist, or better yet, CSI: Fiskdale.
We have 304 feet of frontage, and that accounts for a lot of space for folks to toss their whatevers out of their car window, and for those items to land on our lawn. Littering has always been with us, although in the past 40 years, it has decreased dramatically, but there is still litter out there. What is even more bothersome than a Ring Ding wrapper on our lawn is the other things I find.
- Nip bottles. You know, those little bottles of booze. A lot of them. Every week, another flavor, or two. You can be sure that whomever threw it onto my lawn did not loose it out of their bottle recycling bag. This scares the bejeepers out of me for obvious reasons.
- Lottery scratch cards. This is frightening as well, especially if there is only one person in the car, and they are the one scratching, and driving.
- An abandoned bicycle. The one I found was stolen, and the police did come and retrieve it.
- Fast food wrappers. All kinds of them. And the incidence increases during the school year as students stop at Micky D's for a quick Sausage Biscuit on the way to school. No surprise here.
- Wedding bouquets. Found this one earlier last week. Must have been one hell of a toss at the reception. That would be one bride I would like to see pitch for the majors.
- Cell phones. They were broken. I did find a cell phone intact on a Sandwich beach a few years ago. I charged it up, and found the address and returned it. I also checked out the photos, but I felt like a voyeur. The phones I found on my lawn didn't have photos on them. Disappointing.
- Condoms. I know, I know, but how, never mind why.
- Cigarette packages, and butts will always be with us.
- Mail. Unopened mail form out of the area, and occasionally opened mail still in the envelope. what is up with this? The unopened mail I will stick it in the mailbox and hope it finds its way home, and the opened mail will get a new stamp and some tape, and off it goes again. Talk about being haunted by your bills.