I went to Rush’s ‘cookie sale’ at FT Collins. People came from all over the country, around the world. The beautiful historical downtown was packed with people like sardines, bumping into each other and stepping on toes and saying ‘so sorry.’ Policemen on horseback were treated to coffee by the attendees. I only had a short drive home, so I stayed as the crowed emptied out. As I left, there was nothing left, not a paper cup or food wrapper on the ground. Pristine. Says it all...
A few years ago the family visited Glacier National.
While in Kalispell and sitting at a car wash a piece of paper blew by,
A local who was also getting his car washed got up and RAN over to pick it up and dispose it in a trash can.
He came back over and sat down and said, “not in my home town”.
If you go to many places there is pride in their hometowns, Many others, not so much.