I released this message on 9/15/2007 on the bridge between Coney Island and Sheepshead bay.
I spent the morning out at Plumb Beach doing a beach clean-up.
There was a staggering amount of trash on the beach. For the first 1/2 hour it felt really good. I was picking stuff up, filling the bags, making real progress, but eventually it got to me.
There was so much trash we just weren't making headway. No matter how much we picked-up there was more and more.
I remember we finished one section, then I walked around a bend in the beach, and saw hundreds and hundreds more yards of trash strewn everywhere, and my spirits sagged.