Contrasts

A study in contrasts for me coming out of the Metro this morning. Like many others, I read "Metro" (the free tabloid-style newspaper published by the Washington Post) on my way to work. Like many others, I am finished with it by the end of my commute. As you exit a metro station, they have conveniently put big newspaper recycling bins right next to the trash cans.

Yet as my fellow subway riders departed the station, the four people in front of people all tossed their newspapers in the trash. I was the only one to put it in the newspaper recycling bin. Seriously, what the hell is that about? I can understand (though not respect) the argument that recycling is more work, more expensive, whatever. But when the recycling bin is sitting right next to the trash can, and you still choose to throw it away... that's disgraceful.

Fortunately for me, my morning was wonderfully redeemed only minutes later during the escalator ride out of the station. An older Asian gentleman was sitting outside the station, as he is known to do once a week or so, and playing a gorgeous Eastern melody on what I assume is a cello. I absolutely love Chinese and Japanese string music (I'm less familiar with other Asian countries), so this is a delight for me everytime I encounter him. It always gives me great pleasure to put $5 in his jar. This gentleman and his music are pure grace.