some good souls, shiny happy people all--foreign English teachers, who gathered on a fine day to pick up a whole lot of trash that they themselves didn’t actually leave. about directly across the same lake from my trash heap...it’s a beautiful gesture and as a foreigner I bask in the reflected glow of what my people have done...and God Bless ‘em, cuz I wouldn’t do it.  part because I’m selfish & lazy; in bigger part because I adhere to teach a man to fish, he feeds himself for life / give him a fish & he forgets in a day. sad, but true, this beach is a dump again by yesterday...befouled by the same yobs & jet-ski dickheads that did it last time, do it every time.