Picked up 10 of these in a three mile stretch of beach between Hampton Bay and Westhampton. Feeling sad at the thought of how dangerous these these stupid balloons are to sea life, and the callousness at which people release them into to sky for their own amusement. My early morning run was lonely except for a group of four who seemed like locals with a big dog. I saw them in the distance and half wondered if they’d think it was weird that some stranger was collecting and running with huge handfuls of trash on their beach. When I approached them I noticed each one of them had full hands too. In sync, like a tribal salute of appreciation, we raised our trash up at each other with big smiles and silent knowing nods. People, they reminded me, are awesome.