In a meeting this morning with a human from the Parks Department, I received permission to create the Red Trail, incorporating the woods I am a caretaker for with what the Rangers refer to as "Desire Trails" and circling the great pond of the Mother.Come, walk the Red Road with me, my brothers and sisters.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
So my friends, what am I doing with myself these days, you may ask. If you're reading the other blog (the one about the woods, not the Italian Grandma cooking blog), you'll have learned that I have been volunteering in nearby Forest Park picking up trash in the woods. Some may remark that that feels a lot like what I did at Big Gray a lot of the time.Old habits die hard. Anyway, I've been writing about it on the blog and doing what I could to drum up readership among the forest park community. As the "volunteer of the year" last year, I get a lot of access to the staff of the park, and as a blog writer, I hope to get a lot of support for my goal to have a litter-free park. As you may guess, readership is the key to getting publicity for one's cause, so I've been meeting people in and out of the park and have been handing out my "blog business card"and samples from the blog, AND, (unbeknown to the Parks Department,which couldn't condone this), I've been leaving my cards at some of my significant clean-up locations in the woods. In this way, I've been hoping to impact directly on the members of the littering community. Now, I happen to know that a large group of teenagers gather at the site of a fallen tree in the woods-one that they have decorated with graffiti in spite of attempts to prevent them by painting over the tree with a reddish brown paint which looks equally bizzare. This is the site for a lot of activity including smoking pot. The ground around this tree is covered with plastic "dime bags", and the foil wrappers from sweet flavored cigars which the kids combine with the pot. (Old readers will remember Steven's "English joints".) So, I wrote a note to these kids. I addressed it to the Brothers and Sisters of the Painted Tree, and basically told them that I will look the other way, as long as they pick up their own "evidence" and accompanying trash or (here's the stick), I will stir up trouble for them on my blog. I identified myself in the note only as Che, and left a calling card with a peace sign (ban the bomb) shaped like a yin/yang symbol and the word, Che in Rambo Killer font. It looks very cool!