We've Got Some of The Prettiest Scenery.

       Ya know, this Winter provides us with at least one advantage we don't have in the Summer. If you've bothered to take a ride around the countryside to check out the scenery, you should have noticed. If you didn't notice this one single blessing, I'll tell you what it is. It's the fact that you can't see all the litter and trash that--- well--- litters the roadside. We Americans and especially Pennsylvanians understand freedom to be the right to throw litter out the car window.
       Now I understand that once you've thrown that empty wrapper or container out the window it is already behind you and therefore out of sight. Why, we'd never think of throwing the litter on our front lawns when we get home. Too much pride, I suppose.  But it doesn't seem to bother us too much to throw it onto someone else's front lawn, because like I said, it's already out of sight by then.
       Even more enticing is the feeling of throwing that trash onto public lands. For some reason, the thought of that empty plastic bottle flying through the air and bouncing along the ground at a particularly handsome setting of nature seems to be some sort of aphrodisiac to what must be a large segment of society. I suppose the thought of your contribution to the scene being a permanent  addition, must somehow be artistic, at least in your mind.
       I don't buy the idea that such acts are all simply thoughtless deeds of immaturity. I don't even think it's an act of rebellious stubbornness. Nor can I make myself believe these artesian are attempting to get even with someone. Who? Who would they be trying to get even with? Their parents? The Government? For what? No, it's because they can do it without ridicule or punishment. Of course there are laws against littering, and fines for doing it, and I suppose if the police see you do it and have nothing else to do, you could get a ticket. Therein lies the thrill in the act. So it is an act of artistic statement. Either that or it's an act of rebellion, laced with a thrill after all. Well, stop it!