Memories: ‘Can’t Be Sure’, The Sundays

recycled cansIt was 1991. I was a year out of college, feeling as if I was ready to take on the world by storm and change it all by myself. I had a job in journalism – not a high-paying job, but a job that gave me a sounding board of which to state my far-left political views and somehow – someway, change people’s minds and, ultimately, the country.

One Saturday, I felt on top of the world. I felt as if I was making a difference already, that I was rising to the top. I had checked out a book from the library entitled, appropriately, “50 Things You Can Do to Save the Earth.” One of them was pick up trash, one was recycle.

So I set out in my 1982 Datsun 210, equipped with a garbage bag and a pair of gloves, going down the highway collecting bottles and cans and feeling like I was reversing the downward spiral that our materialistic ways had created. Playing in my cassette player was The Sundays’ Reading, Writing and Arithmetic. “Can’t Be Sure,” one of my favorite songs from the album, began to play, and I felt as happy as I had ever been. I sang at the top of my lungs as I searched for little ways to make Griffin, Ga., a better place to live.

Twenty-five years later, I volunteer less, and my feelings of changing the world have lessened to decisions about whether to get the windows in my house replaced. But I still love music, and from time to time I look back and smile at my idealism. It was a lesson in altruism – how volunteering can lift one’s spirits. But it’s also an example of being at the top of your own little world – doing something good for mankind while listening to your favorite song. What two better things could go together?

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