If we're lucky, maybe they'll all eat dinner at Beau Rivage, visit Batsto and then continue to Atlantic city never to return.
I finally discovered the balloon phenomenon. It took months. I kept wondering where all of the balloons that I'd heard and read about were hiding in the woods. After I broke through the invisible doorway there was at least a balloon a trip.
A while back I read about a guy, it was also part of a comedy routine, who started sending back his junk mail. We should have a 'mail back a mylar balloon' day. We, and whomever we can get to join the cause, will all mail dead forest balloons to a manufactuter on the same day. Yeah, you'll have to buy a few extra stamps and address a few envelopes for the reluctant. Everybbody can label the balloon and identify which state forest, park, or preserve in which the offending was found. Maybe we should send them to state government.