The Dixie "Cup"

The dogs were feigning death from inactivity so we took them down to the Rail Trail for a change of scenery and a short walk.

There was some kind of footrace going on, and I have absolutely no idea who the race was for or anything about it.

But as we walked down the trail, we noticed ther were paper cups everywhere, particularly in denser amounts here and there.

Then we saw a man and woman unobtrusively walking along, bending down to retrieve the cups littering the path and putting them in a trash bag they carried. The man was even picking up some other litter that probably came from things other than the race. The woman gave us a warm greeting with a smile.

They were quitely just making the Rail Trail a better place, with no apparent need for attention. But they got ours, as our path was better than it would have been had these people not been doing what they were. So they were winners in a race of a different kind.