The Summer of the Little Green Cards

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Walking the Loop the summer of the Little Green Cards A For you to understand my story I need to begin several A few years ago I walked the Loop handing out little green cards. Maybe you got one. You might have noticed a group of girls walking along smiling and calling out “Good morning” to passers-by when we noticed a disturbing trend … I’m way ahead of myself. years before that when I was walking the Loop on a regular basis with my neighborhood beach friends. I walked the Loop faithfully every day (except weekends) in the summer with a number of friends, sometimes one or two, some-times five or more. There was Lillian, Anne and Margaret — regulars, and sometimes Margaret’s sister, Louise, joined us when she was in town. We’d set off from our corner about 6:30 or 7 in the morning (yawn) with my husband waving goodbye from the upstairs porch. He prefers the newspaper and a glass of V8 to exercise. When we were five or six strong we made a formidable phalanx power walking — well, sorta power walking — down the street. We headed north walking abreast down Lumina and then in twos when we got to the Loop. Some of our walks were quite memorable, like the time we came upon what looked to be an eviction from one of the condos on the Causeway. My, my, my — such a find, but a sad one. There were children’s life jackets and swim trunks, a beach umbrella, a stroller(!), a very large flower container with a nautical motif and a boogie board. I am pretty much known among the crowd for my garbage BYMarietta Gwathmey PHOTOGRAPHY BYAllison Potter picks — I’m a conservationist, a recycler and a reuser — I just hate waste. “Waste not, want not,” my grandmother always said. On occasion they’ll call to tell me there’s a beach chair on the curb, or a table or a lamp. They just like to pull my chain. Anyway, back to the pile. My friends loaded everything up in the stroller and they made me push it home. We looked like a band of gypsies, especially with the flower container strapped in the seat with the umbrella sticking out of it and the life jackets dragging along behind. One of the wheels kept falling off the stroller (and still does to this day) when we went over the curb, so we had to stop frequently. Lillian said she wanted the flower container, which I thought was pretty ridiculous since it was beyond tacky but somehow it ended up on my porch (I think that was the plan all along), and no amount of cajoling would convince Lillian to take it back. I solved the problem by going to the dollar store to purchase the least realistic “permanent” flowers I could find and artfully arranged them. I knew Lillian would be surprised and delighted to discover it enhancing her porch the next day. Yes, she was surprised. Delighted, not so much. 24 WBM june 2015


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