Picking up other people’s trash and more
“I’ve had people stop and ask me what I did wrong?” the 77 year old Redlands man says. “They thought I was being punished, that I got busted for something.”
Yeah, he was busted for wanting to keep the neighborhood he and his wife, Carla, have lived in for 32 years free of fast food wrappers and aluminum cans that people throw out their car windows because, well, because they’re slobs.
Krause has been picking rolex watches for sale up OPT for about 15 years now. He takes two plastic bags on his long morning walks one for recyclables, one for some guy’s fast food leftovers from last night.
“I pick up everything man made, except cigarettes,” Krause says. “The most irritating things are the half eaten, fast food bags covered in ants.”
There is an educational aspect to picking up OPT. Did you know, for instance, that if you bang the cup or carton of trash on the cement before picking it up the ants will scurry away, leaving OPT ant free?
I didn’t think so. Don’t say you don’t learn something every Friday in this column.
By now, most people who see Krause walking one of the five different routes he takes every morning to police his neighborhood have figured out this isn’t court ordered community service he’s doing.
They’ve come to appreciate this man who keeps their streets clean. Not enough to do it themselves, of course, but enough to honk and give him the thumbs up as they drive by.
There is this one woman, though. Krause saw her walking her two, large dogs one day a couple of years ago, but hasn’t seen her since.
“Both dogs had plastic trash bags draped across their backs, like saddle bags,” he said.
Nice touch. I’ve been thinking about trying that with my dog on our walks, but he’s too much like me. He likes to complain a lot, but doesn’t do much.
What we need are more people like Richard Krause.
Keeping A Promise
This next story has a little touch of poignancy I think you may like. It involves a click pen and a promise a Long Beach woman made to an 11 year old Kenyan boy 25 years ago.
Luann Parker and her husband, Bill, were on Safari in Africa when their little tour bus pulled over and stopped in the middle of nowhere.
“There was nothing around for miles, but within seconds the bus was surrounded by kids,” Luann says. “I had a few click pens with me to share because I knew the kids liked them.
“One little boy handed me a piece of paper with an address on it, and asked me to please write to him. I thought, good grief, this is interesting.”
When she returned home to Long Beach she wrote the boy named Gregory Mwangi, sending along a small amount of Kenyan money she hadn’t spent while in Africa. The boy wrote back thanking her. He wasn’t asking for money, he said, just a pen pal in America.
So, that’s what they became for the next 10 years, pen pals exchanging letters every few months. Mwangi wou rolex watches for sale ld talk about the tribe he belonged to in his tiny village, and how proud he was of his father, the local school teacher.
Parker would w rolex watches for sale rite about her family and send him little birthday gifts. Then the letters stopped coming. Parker didn’t know it, but Mwangi’s father had retired and the family moved to Nairobi.
She put the letters away and, gradually, stopped thinking of the little Kenyan boy now a man that she had given a click pen to from a tour bus window.
“Three months ago my husband talked me into opening a Facebook account,” Parker said. “Whenever I get something from a name I don’t recognize I delete it.”
She was ready to hit delete on one of those names last month when something clicked in her mind like a pen. She went upstairs to get some letters she had saved. What was that boy’s last name, again?
“I was floored,” Parker said. “It was Gregory 15 years after our last letter. He had recognized my picture on Facebook. He’s 36 now, married with two childr rolex watches for sale en, and a successful furniture dealer in Nairobi.”