“You have dancing shoes
With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.” — William Shakespeare in “Romeo and Juliet.”
A single shoe, the size a toddler or young child would wear, remained untouched by human hands this week on the Corning bypass.
The laced, weather-worn shoe is near the curb, mateless.
Dorothy in the land of Oz had two ruby slippers. Cinderella lost her glass slipper, but she had Prince Charming to return it.
It’s doubtful a prince will collect this sneaker for the toddler.
How did this sad, single shoe get left behind?
Did it fall from a child’s foot while she walked or was pushed in a stroller on the concrete median? Has her mother backtracked to find it? Probably not.
Did the child flip the sneaker through the open window of the back seat in mid-fit? Probably not.
Or is the source of this single sneaker sinister? The mind races with possibilities.
Perhaps a mystery writer could weave a wicked tale about it.
“All God’s children have shoes,” wrote master of horror Stephen King in “Wizard and Glass.”
So what does the solitary shoe say about its owner? Probably nothing.
Whatever the case, the toddler must be toddling slower these days on hot sidewalks with one shoe. Is a cruel taunt in the future for this child: A goody-one-shoe?
Enough of that.
The fact is some Parsonians are slobs.
Mind you, not all Parsonians are slobs. This is directed to the creepers with a collective “soul of lead” dumping beer bottles, cigarette butts, spent cigarette containers, tumblers, tin cans and other debris along the Corning bypass and in other areas of Parsons.
The bypass and other public streets are becoming a landfill for dimwits who treat the world as their trash can.
If you have trash in your vehicle, find a trash can. They are all around. Just open your eyes and pull over. Don’t toss trash from your window. That trash ends up on someone’s lawn, under someone’s tire and under someone’s foot. The shattered glass from broken bottles cuts through tires on bikes and works its way into shoes.
Until this trash blows somewhere or is picked up by the civic minded or city workers, it stains our town.
No matter what businesses, industries, city staff and city commissioners do to improve this town, local commuters and our visitors see the detritus of the disheveled. As Rodney Dangerfield used to say, “No respect. No respect at all.”
Parsons has littering laws, but they require evidence to pursue before fines from $10 to $500 can be levied.
So I write this in the hope of provoking a change in the hearts of trash-tossing citizens. We all can do better. We must change.
Perhaps we need civic-minded groups to purge streets and street corners of this crap.
Better yet, we need the adults and youth in the community to stand up and act in the community’s best interests. Respect yourself, respect your town.
Editor’s Note: A civic-minded Parsonian commented eloquently on this topic earlier this month on social media. This is my take on the issue of littering.