We went back to Good Harbor when it was nearly dusk today. I brought a trash bag, and I filled it.
I think that letters to soda bottlers are in order. Also, letters to the producers of juices and fake-juice children's beverages. The beverages that I'm talking about come prepackaged with plastic-wrapped straws. We found a few dozen of those plastic straw wrappers just in one strip of beach, at the water's edge.
I was writing those letters in my head as I walked and picked up plastic. Victor said that he much preferred beach-combing for shells or sea glass. But three or four people said, "Thank you," or "God bless you" to me, the weird woman walking with a trash bag—-that doesn't happen when you're picking up shells.