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My sister lived in the country a couple miles from a bar. Law enforcement would seldom patrol the road by her house unless they were called for a wreck or such. That made it a popular back road for patrons of that pub. Inconsiderate people would speed down the gravel road and toss beer bottles and cans out their car windows in the evenings and early mornings. I stayed with my sister to help her out while she underwent chemo treatment. She and her husband had to drive from their home in South Dakota to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota several times. While they were gone, I stayed at their house and took care of their place and their two precious poodles. They left me a list of all the chores that they normally did around their place. One was to load up the poodles and a box of trash bags in their Radio Flyer wagon and go pick up trash in the road ditches. Although I felt a bit silly pulling a wagon with two dogs in it down the road and filling trash bags with garbage, I did it because it was important to my sister and she was important to me. One day a man in a pickup truck stopped and asked where the regular Ditch Witch was. I didn't understand until he explained that Ditch Witch was the name the locals dubbed my sister who had been pulling her wagon and keeping the roadside clean for many years. I told him she was fighting brain cancer. The word got around in the community and the bar down the road organized a big fundraiser BBQ to help with the expense of traveling for treatments. Many people came to support the "Ditch Witch". After 4 years of battling cancer, she passed away last March. She is missed by many. I now have my own home and walk down the country road by my house to pick up trash. I'm very proud to be a Ditch Witch just like my big sis.