The Power of Encouragement

Man, it never ceases to amaze me how much power can be held in a few positive words of encouragement. I'm sure the modern boss is well aware of these facts but you just can't under estimate sincerity.
This weekend was definitely proof positive that a little appreciation of ones hard work and effort really does ease the burden.
Now, momentary ego boost aside, when the wages I make change as quickly and drastically as the weather, to know that my effort aren't blindly ignored is important for their continuation .

Take Saturday for example, while half way through the day, I was working for about $4 an hour (not exactly much to pay the bills with) when these two young mothers with children in tow sought me out specifically so their kids could thank me for what I was doing.
Now I don't know where these cockles of ones heart exactly are, but I was sure warmed right down to them, and definitely had an extra spring in my step the remainder of the weekend.

You see even though I'm well aware that it's my choice and my choice alone that I keep doing what I do. The only way something like this works is with community cooperation in its varied forms.

Lost + Found

There is however some thing I'm going to try and do with this space and that's have a sort of unofficial Lost + Found.

In the past I've been able to return wallets, cellphones and even bank cards to their owners, and figured maybe I could help others with things that have gone missing.

For example today, I was approached by a lady whose daughter's grey knapsack was stolen from a Starbucks on Queen West, it has the word "FJÄLLRÄVEN" on it. Now there's no guarantee for success but it sure doesn't hurt to try and make someone's day by getting their stuff back for them.

Goodbye College Street

Today, what I inevitably had feared would, did happen.
You see, for the most part my daily litter cleaning route consists of Queen West from Dufferin to Yonge Street, Kensington Market, Yonge Street between Queen and Bloor, and College street between Dovercourt and Yonge.
I also frequented (unfortunately not much so lately) the Yonge and Eglinton Area and surrounding streets. Unfortunately though the past couple of months, with today being the proverbial exclamation point have shown me that the College Street part of my route has become a serious area of concern.

Today I spent roughly about 3 1/2 hours cleaning up both sides of College Street and did not receive a single donation for my efforts. Now this is not some new experience for me, it has happened before and will happen again. But the problem really lies in that in the fact that only one person even recognized my existence.
This has happened increasingly over the last two months. So unfortunately due to these two factors I figured it would be best if I use my time elsewhere. So if anyone knows of an area in need of a Litter Guy, let me know.

That's why it saddens me to have to give up on College Street, an area that believe it or not when I started this little adventure of mine, once roared with support. Now don't get me wrong here, I don't have some ballooning ego, I don't need to have my hand held or to be coddled, but I do think my fellow humans would agree it does only good to hear support for your efforts.

So now I'll take this time to thank those at Kensington Market Organic Ice cream and Tortilla Flats for their undiminished support as well as a thanks to all those that like what I do.

Politically Correct Classism

A while back I mentioned the topic of perverse form of classism. It was about how as a society we're intolerant to all forms of sexism, racism and other isms...but for some strange reason hating on the poor gets a blind eye turned.

A perfect example of this happened this gloomy Monday afternoon, as I was cleaning along my Queen West route, I was tying up a full trash bag at Markham Street in front of the beer store. When I just happened to turn my head streetward in time to see a projectile come flying from a BMW with tinted windows.
Fortunately for me, their aim was as awful as their actions. For when I picked up what was thrown, it was a condiment packet of syrup, so I turned toward the car to see the driver furiously roll up his windows as I decided it better not to treat his shinny car pancake style and pitched the syrup into my garbage.
A few futile words of defiance hurled in both directions and I was left there shaking my head in the thoughts that these schmucks probably saw no problem in what they had done.

Halloween

One last thing, as I'm gonna cut it short, this past week as to say it's been hectic would be a mass understatement.
On Wednesday the 31st. of October I'll be replaced on my Litter Guy route by The Great Luchador Hero "El Hombre de Basura" (The Man of Garbage), who spends all waking moments on his just and true cause, thwarting the heinous, polluting ways of his arch nemesis, the "Evil" Dr. Filth, so please if you see my silver masked amigo, aid him in his most honourable of conquests if you can, as he fights the good fight for us all.

Thank You

At this time I'd would like to thank the incredible person who made it possible to even have a blog. So thank you Tino for getting me the forum that allows my voice to be heard or...um..read, that is.

Here Comes The Sun

The sun decided to grace us with it's presence the last 2 days and I gotta say I don't miss that soggy, squishy feeling between my toes. Sunday afternoon while doing my rounds trough Trinity Bellwoods Park, I was chatting with friendly face when our presence was graced by the park's most famous resident...the albino squirrel. Some folks say it's a sign of good luck, but from some of dine and dash stories I've heard about that fuzzy, pale critter, I have to wonder who the lucky one actually is.

There is however one topic that I wouldn't mind some feedback on; it has to do with a lady I saw on the Speaker's Corner T.V. spot, she was addressing the fact that people have more than just a passing tendency to treat the basket on her bike like their own personal garbage can. Now being a former owner of a 3-wheeled bike...er...uh..trike with a big old basket on it, I always took it upon myself to remove the filth from the bike baskets on my route, but was uncertain of how others felt about this.
So after hearing what this lady had to say on the matter it clears a bit of the hesitation I had when it came to messing with other people's stuff. Anymore feedback on this matter would be cool.

Construction "dump" site

So as I was wandering south down Yonge Street, what would I "low and behold" but the USUAL construction sight; which usually means that for the next short while my time will be taken up removing piles of Tim's coffee cups and assortment of other visibly branded litter from those orange and black, pylon, warning, upright tube - like things (anyone who knows what they're called let me know).
Something I've never understood is that why someone hasn't just put garbage bags inside the...well whatever they are called. Think about it, everyone puts garbage in them anyways. We all know someone who has or have done so ourselves, the old sidewalk slam dunk. All you need, is to get someone empty them every once in a while and presto-change-o, things become a little less filthy.
When construction folk move to the their next spot, anyone who's been by the Queen West Bathurst area knows first hand what I'm talking about.

Grumble...

Another soggy fall day on the streets of Toronto. It never ceases to amaze me that although there are less people out and aboot (yeah I'm Canadian) on the street there's more litter scattered around than at the height of tourist season. Believe it or not when the falling water starts to freeze, it gets a whole lot worse.

Soggy start to the weekend

Hey, Mark the Litter Guy here.

It's was a soggy start to the weekend of Oct. 19th. Which for someone in my occupation usually means 2 things, the streets are empty of people but filled with litter. You may think you can't have one without the other, but for some reason when it's raining or even worse snowing, people tend to litter a lot more despite fewer people walking around.

However, today's mounds of trash were mainly the result (oddly enough) of city cleaners armed with their power washers. While it's great to remove the layers of posters that accumulate on poles and other places, throughout the city. (I know, as several times I've removed 2 garbage bags full of moldy paper from a solitary pole)

It was tough not to become frustrated as I trekked down Queen Street only to stop every few feet to pick up the scattered remains of soggy posters unceremoniously left behind, which wouldn't be a problem if a fellow city employee came by sooner or later to pick the scraps up. But by my past experiences, I know that said scraps are left to the wind until arriving at it's final resting place, a gutter or neighbourhood yard.
So if the city wants to create a new job that needs doing, I wouldn't mind the benefits.
I should state that all was not bad, (aside from this dang cold) despite the gloomy weather, most people were verbally appreciative of my efforts.

Oh yeah, if by some miracle an Ashley Young who lost her credit card on Queen St. West today reads this, I dropped it off at the Bank of Montreal near Dundas & Spadina.

Well, that's all for now, but  I'll keep you all updated soon enough.

Later
Mark the Litter Guy.

Introduction

Hello,
My name is Mark.
Although some have affectionately called me Trash Dude, Garbage Guy, Litter Man, most know me as The Litter Guy.

For a bit over a year, I've been cleaning the streets of Toronto in exchange for donations. Throughout this time, regardless the varied outcomes, at the end of the day, there has always been one constant, the positive response from the vast majority of those I've encountered. Whether in the form of donations, words of encouragement, or helpful hints towards my ultimate goal of setting up a project to expand upon and encourage others to partake in this endeavour of putting the shine back on Toronto.

A loose idea of this project would have a set place where the taking in of garbage bags, gloves, sign, materials, donations, and other necessities, could occur and then be supplied and distributed to the members involved.
Areas of the city could be divided up on a daily basis with those involved daily getting a stipend at the end of the week, while the daily donations would be a form of tip.
It would however be essential to keep availability open for those that for whatever reasons only partake once a week, month or other irregularity as this could really benefit summer travellers in need of a few bucks while giving back to the city.

As for this blog, it will split into two parts for now.
The first which is here,  will be titled "The Filth and Littering of the Concrete Trails of Toronto" (RIP  H.S. Thompson) which will include my daily encounters and experiences on my route cleaning up Toronto.

The second, titled "These Littered Thoughts of Mine" will be composed of opinions, ideas and dialogue.