This is the boonie road the church we attend is on. Before my time my hometown was here and when the railroad came through the town moved several miles to the north but that is not what I am writing about. The last several Sundays the sides of this road didn't look like this. Litter up and down. Someone has even dumped a dog two times and people of the church found a home for each one but the litter has remained. Last night I thought this is something I can do. I'm not too good too pick up litter. I guess eventually the county would do it but probably would take a complaint first or several because there are only a house or two down the way. Early this morning I loaded plastic bags, a rake, gloves, but then I thought I'll have to be careful that there isn't a rattlesnake under one of those piles. Also this is a deserted road during the week. I could get robbed or worse. I really don't get scared and borrow trouble but sometime you do have to take responsibility by the horns and run with it. I knew this was not something John was going to be excited about doing. He hardly notices litter but I hit him up to go with me. I promised he wouldn't have to do a thing but sit in the truck and drink something cold. He wanted to say no but I had followed him early this morning hauling two large calves to market all the way from the ranch to the cattle auction. He was using a rickety little trailer and we had to drive slowly all the way. I was afraid he would blow out a tire or the calves would make the little old trailer jack knife. So he said when did you want to go? Don't look a gift horse in the mouth I always say. Right now! It took us longer to drive over there then it did to police the side of that little road. We got two large feed bags full and one leaf bag half full. He helped and we disposed of it in our house garbage can. It looks nice and I wonder if anyone will even notice but I will and I wonder how long it will be before they litter the path to the Lord's door again. I think I will take gloves and a bag every Sunday and stop and pick up small amounts and not let it build up. This can be my mission since I don't sing well or play the piano and wouldn't want to teach a Sunday school class, but I'm not too good to pick up litter.