this morning i fill a black bag with trash from the swamp (which mary noted is maybe more like a marsh) and we see the white truck with the park girls and i say i got some trash i picked up and our friend says you don't have to pick up, we're here, and i say well it's more than you can do, right? the trash chumps keep a trashing. i just like to keep the lil' swamp clean, gnome sane (i hope she doesn't think it a criticism or me trying to do their job.) i say, i think it's all of our job, our jobs?, our jobs, ours job? anyway, as i say, i just feel better doing it. and she starts to tell me about kelly, and i gulp, remember kelly? the sweet one who let mister sit up on her tractor? the girl who had stage four breast cancer? well i'll be dogged, she beat it! she's downtown, doing light duty, and looking great. she wants to get back on her tractor. yay, kelly!