The sweet woman who brought me to FHU 11 years ago died at her home yesterday after a long fight with cancer. She was all I could think about on this morning's walk. Rumor has it that she used to jog in her neighborhood, carrying a trash bag. When she saw litter (which was seemingly everywhere she turned), she'd stop & pick it up. Couldn't leave well enough alone. Bless her. In her memory today, I carried my own trash bag (a Wal-Mart bag) & decided to snag every piece of litter I encountered. The haul included a piece of styrofoam, a church bulletin, and a zipper. Thank you, Hope, for not being too proud to run through our town, looking like a bag lady.