The medians of Interstate 10 in West Texas sparkle and
glisten…. Gems, perhaps? The last
of the snow?
No:
plastic. Plastic bags,
plastic sheeting, plastic bottles.
Shredded, torn, tattered, confetti. Plastic dancing over the desert. Plastic caught in the sharp tines of
cacti.
How did this happen?
The Don’t Mess with Texas Texans
leave a mess. Bigger than life
Texans leave a bigger than life mess.
Have they no shame?
Apparently some do.
Even the bigger than life west-Texas Texans, at least the citizens of
Ft. Stockton, Texas, have taken the almost unamurican
step of banning plastic bags in stores.
I’ve learned from hard experience that when camping with the
canines, I need to stash my trash in a plastic bag (Sorry Diana) and hang it
inside the camper where the dogs can’t reach it. When I stopped at Wally World in Ft. Stockton (I
needed a few things other than food), I left my own bags in the car, and,
though seeing paper bags where mine own Wise County, Virginia, Wally World stored the plastic, I asked for
plastic. Not to be had, so, with
my own bags in the car, I accepted paper.
Why has Texas allowed such a mess? They can’t blame it all on those of us who pass
through. They can’t blame it all
on the prickly vegetation which snags it and shreds it. They can’t blame it all on the wind,
catching the bags and blowing them around like kites.
No, Texas has only itself to blame for the mess.
Bring your own bag to Texas.
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| They won’t thank you, but the environment will. |
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