Good Day, Strange Day, A Hadjiboy Kind Of Day.... →[More:]
Okay, so me and Miko went to do an emergency beach clean-up out at Hampton Beach, NH (attached link goes to their C of C with a blurb at the bottom about "Cleanest Beach Status").
We pick up 1,000 cigarette butts between the two of us in less than an hour's time, 2 dozen aluminum beer and soda cans in less than 10. We find soiled daipers, tampon applicators, old soggy socks. A shotgun shell.
In one stairwell, an enormous pile of soiled clothes heaped over a foot tall, surrounded by more cigarette butts.
We clean and clean, and then walk the beach and boardwalk.
We go inside the stores, where enormous bongs, switchblades and kiddie tees with pictures of Elmo are sold.
We pass boarded-up Mickey D's establishments.
The locals pass us and say it's great that people from other towns are coming in to keep their beach safe, and complain that the local police don't even know of any beach restoration outfits doing the kind of work we just finished.
We go into a store where they have passive-aggressive beach signs with slogans about Faith, Love and Trusting in Jesus next to display cases featuring brass knuckles and throwing stars.
The sun never comes out.
And I walk along, wondering about the psychic weight of such a place, and what the cumulative effect will be on the people who walk the boardwalk as we do.
I know it's just a crappy beachfront town, but the energy these shops and piles of crap left behind remains, and stays.
Where does all of that go in the heads and hearts of people visiting or living there?
I'm going to write to the Hampton Police Dept. about all of this, and let them know sbout the Blue Ocean Society (which is the org I do these cleanups with), so at least they're aware.