Creek Clean Up

Last night, after a full week, we went to see Hair. It’s been almost 40 years since I saw it. 40 years since Vietnam, being young and confused and unhinged by the world and our place in it. Michael took a different path than I did. He was a Green Beret and I was a Vista volunteer and demonstrated against the war in New York and Washington at every opportunity. Still, our conclusions about war are of one mind now.
It’s been a hell of a week for tumult in the world and I have the Peace and Justice Show to do on KZFR (www.kzfr.org) this coming Friday (11:30-1pm.) My mind dances among topics and once again, potential guests aren’t calling me back. Will it be a ranting monologue I wonder?
Yesterday we put in broccoli, cabbage, kale, beets, onions and parsley starts and peas. That was part of why I really felt my age when getting up to go from Hair last night and today why I was less spry on the creek banks.
Today was the Chico Creeks Clean Up sponsored by the city and Butte Environmental Center (www.becnet.org) Citizens and students and Conservation Corps… we were all out there. Our beloved Comanche Creek, home to many homeless people, and generally ignored by our fair city, was lined with plastic and the hated Styrofoam. Michael told me he pulled mattresses, tires, a recliner chair, and a shopping cart out of the creek itself. Our most interesting find was over 80 tennis balls bobbing along.
Here are pictures of Comanche Creek and a beautiful old cottonwood and the baby garden….all that is opposite of the ugly and toxic stupidity of garbage in our riparian corridors.