generous littering

and helping retirees make meaning

Alo dear reader!

Let me tell you about someone that I currently have great admiration for.

He’s this retired guy.

I see him all the time in downtown Halifax.

His hair is more salty than peppered. He’s well put together but casual.

He has a silver goatee.

And despite the face vagina?

I still have respect for this man.

(and if you wear a goatee on your face, I’m so sorry - not that I called it a ‘face vagina’ but, I’m sorry that you still have such… such… um… unfortunate facial hair)

[I hope this makes it such that you never look at a man with a goatee the same way ever again…]

{ew}

My apologies dear reader, I’ve digressed (yet again) [and again] {and again}

This fine goateed gentleman spends many hours a day walking around downtown Halifax with a trash bag and a pair of those trash-picker-upper-thingies.

You know, those tong like things that are kind of like extended hands and fingers?

Yeah!

Those things.

In his spare time he just walks around downtown picking up other people’s trash.

I’m not sure w…