Yesterday, I walked over past Peden’s chicken house, down by Mathas’, back by the rock house where Pat once lived, across Callen’s Branch, back up to the Red Barn and then home, picking up trash all the way. I now have trash bags strung out over several miles of roadway that I need to collect this weekend. I have picked up trash all the way to the way from Mathas’ house to the junction past Coin Church, to include the spur around by Fred Smothers old place. That is 11 miles of trash pickup. George is so pleased to see me carry all this trash home.