This is the time of year that Roane’s dirty little secret is out in the open, there for all to see.
In contrast to the beauty of redbuds in bloom, it is clear, by taking any Sunday-type drive through our county, that we are a trashy lot.
Our litter hurts. It hurts our eyes and our spirit in no insignificant way. Just as the beauty of the East Tennessee landscape uplifts us, the trash brings us down.
It’s not just an eyesore, either. Animals get trapped in our garbage, or injured by the sharp edges of cans or broken bottles cast aside.