The three brothers were sitting on their boat, a few beers and talking about the good days. As they talked, they watched the trash by on the St. James River. Their conversation to the trash.
“It didn’t use to be this,” said Manny. “Remember how we used to swimming in this river? I wouldn’t put my toe in this river nowadays. There’s no telling disease you’d catch. Time was when people knew trash went into trash cans. Nowadays, the streets, woods, the public parks, and the lakes and are just huge trash cans without lids.”
“Not mention the freeways—last night on the radio they a refrigerator in lane one and a washing in the middle of an off-ramp,” said Moe. “ almost every day drivers have to dodge mattresses, , and tires on the freeways. And what about the graffiti on the freeway signs?”
They all that slobs were making America ugly. Then Jack an idea. “Look, since we’re all retired and have the time and energy, why don’t we something instead of just complaining? We can't clean everything, but maybe we could clean up our .” They liked this idea, and talked about it another couple of weeks. Manny suggested a name their effort—the Green Fleet, an organization devoted to the St. James River blue again.