For those who missed Adam’s joke, we’ve been publishing people’s names in the magazine and shaming them for littering going on four years or so. One of my favorites:
From September 2005:
SHAME, SHAME, SHAME
It would have been hard not to notice the silver Porsche Carrera convertible on southbound Central Expressway just north of the Knox-Henderson exit. The top was down (of course). The license plate was oh-so-sophisticated: 4 MOI. And though the car is registered to a certain Anthony R. Militello, the driver was a stylish blond woman with Gucci-style sunglasses perched atop her golden locks. It was clear that such a rarefied woman driving such a spectacular vehicle wouldn’t dream of sullying her ashtray, but even we weren’t prepared for the lady’s grand maneuver for littering our streets. She held her left arm aloft, fully extended above her head, and held it for a couple of seconds for all to see. Then with all the grace and dignity befitting her regal status, she snapped her wrist and let the cigarette fly. We’re not sure how other motorists received the display, but we honked–one long, blaring honk–to voice our disapproval. The horn screamed, “Shame, shame, shame!”
