When God closes a door, he opens a dumpster! Now a semi-retired scuba instructor with extra bottom time on my hands, what better way to explore new and interesting sites that I’d otherwise never visit? Instructing always got me out in the ocean for a specific purpose, and underwater cleanups are much the same — except garbage rarely loses control of its buoyancy and I seldom need to remind it that “marine park rules” remain in effect even when I’m not looking. As a quintessential Virgo, underwater debris is an affront to my sensibilities, and my do-something-about-it-ness compels me to action. I may be making only a small difference, but it’s a difference nevertheless. And digging through filthy trash allows me to nurture my inner butch. Grrr, baby!