Litter and loiter

I don't know if I mentioned recently becoming a part of a local beach clean-up crew. Since May I've participated in just two clean-ups and have really enjoyed it. What?! Enjoying picking up litter?! Well, no, I don't enjoy why we are out there bags and pickers in hand, but I do really enjoy getting to meet other like-minded folk who wish to keep the coastline tidy. 

This morning saw about 25 participants, young and not-so-young, raring to go. In groups of three, we spent approximately two hours scouring the seawall, attendant promenade and parking area for bits of trash, big and small. The bin bags we carried with us are fairly compact, so a few of us needed to return to our initial meeting spot at a nearby cafe for a fresh one. My haul o' junk was about a bag and a half. 

Here are a couple of shots from the day--

Kitted out and ready to go.

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I know I've mentioned Steve Jobs and his Palo Alto digs once before on here. My brother's business partner, Greg, had Jobs as a client nearly 30 years ago. To his recollection, Jobs was an a-hole (quelle surprise!). And after a wee disagreement between them, Jobs dispensed with Greg's services. Although Jobs' house (I am told his widow still lives there) is no longer one we service, the house directly across the way is one we do visit at least once yearly. Each time I go it's a bit like Groundhog Day (the film with Andie MacDowell and Bill Murray) in that I never remember that Jobs lived across the street, so I'm constantly perplexed as to why there are well-dressed visitors seemingly casing the place. Visitors to the Jobs home usually begin on the opposite side of the road where we are working, slowing moving back and forth all the while looking toward where the Apple computer inventor once lived. Then they progress to standing in the middle of the road (it's not a busy one) and finally graduating to walking up and down the sidewalk directly out front of the Jobs compound. Confused, I always wonder why folk are casing the joint and/or I think, oh, is the house across the street for sale? There's never a 'for sale' sign posted in the yard, mind you. Then I'll say to my brother and Greg: I think there are tourists looking at the house across the street. What's up with that? And Greg will remind me that Jobs once lived in that house, so the visitors are probably people who are, I guess, paying their respects to man behind the MAC. Just a reminder: The house across the way from us is a private residence and not a museum, so I'm not quite sure what visitors are expecting. 

To save you time and energy, should you care, I'm posting a pic of the home for you here. It's a bit of a let-down, to be honest, because when Jobs was still alive, he had a row of fruit trees planted to help obscure the front of his home from lookie-loos. Looks like they are still doing their job!