Bait and tradition and litter

[wendy]

In case you were wondering where all of the trash ends up, it's right down the street from my house. I live in East Providence near the Seekonk River. If you ever accidently drop something in the water, you may want to check at the bottom of my street. It seems like everything dumped into the ocean ends up there. There's nothing like taking the dog for a walk down to bold point and seeing dirty diapers, plastic bottles, all sorts of boating paraphanelia, and just about anything else you could imagine floating by. Kind of makes you think a little bit as little brown crabs side step into the brown seagrass looking for little brown morsels to eat. Yuck!