I feel like these folks are going to be striking for a long time. I can understand striking for better work hours, health care, higher wages, etc. But striking for justice? As far as I know, there hasn’t been any justice since the Yankees beat the Red Sox in game 7 of the ALCS in 2003.
You see a sight like this makes me believe that simply placing more garbage cans on our main streets would make a big difference. People aren’t just throwing their trash on the ground in this instance, they are actually taking the time to place it in a light pole. Damn it, whoever can get us more trash cans on the street, get us more trash cans on the street. Please.
I think someone from Monty Python said that. So I make an effort to say hi to most people when I’m walking around. Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t say hi willy nilly, I make sure I get some kind of eye contact first so I don’t throw out a hello when I don’t think it is welcome. But I’d say one out of ten times I make a huge mistake. I don’t realize that the eye contact I receive is actually a “don’t look at me and get the hell out of my sight” eye contact. What generally happens is I get a little eye contact from some tougher looking folks and I say hello. My hello is received by an icy cold stare. I’m telling you it is a stare that could frighten Mike Tyson. But the stare is not enough. It is almost always followed by a disgusted look and an exaggerated spit on the ground as I pass. Well, ok, a simple nod would do but I hear you. I won’t make the same mistake again. But I always do. One of these days I’ll get the courage/stupidity to spit back on the street. Well, no I won’t but sometimes I’d like to.
I noticed this scene on upper 14th Street when I went to check out Red Derby. It was very interesting, there was a group of three preachers taking turns preaching on the corner of a house. It was interesting because it wasn’t a church but there was a decent sized (outside of photo) group standing around listening. Unfortunately (for me) it was in Spanish so I couldn’t understand the message. I just thought it a bit odd that there were so many people listening. All the other street preachers I’ve seen, people just fly right by. I wonder if they just don’t have a Church of their own and this was their solution…
Autumn has officially arrived.
Hold on I have to stop laughing for a second. Ok, this is a photo from my local bodega in Petworth (from the cell phone, c’mon I can’t always have my camera on me). At any rate, I was stunned and overjoyed to see that they were selling the traditional kosher wine Manischewitz. Manischewitz is the sickly sweet wine that every Jewish boy and girl knows all too well. Why it is being sold in Petworth that probably has a .05% Jewish population is beyond me. But the mere thought of someone slugging Manischewitz on the side of the road is simply beautiful. And a bit sad. I think this may be the only bottle of Manischewitz in the world that is located behind two inches of bulletproof glass…Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some Manischewitz to drink.
What ever happened to the idea of placing more garbage cans on main city streets? It looks to me like there are only garbage cans around us near metro stops. So this is a phenomenon I have noticed lately. Individual home owners have been forced to put up plastic bags on their fences in the hopes that people will put their garbage in the bag instead of on the street. From this picture it looks like it is working. But it seems very unfortunate that the onus to keep the street clean has fallen on the home owner. How hard could it be to get more garbage cans on the street? Wait, don’t answer that…
Stoopin’ has now been adopted as a proper verb here on PoP. I believe it is the great pastime. When I was growing up we used to play curb ball but our neighborhoods seem to be perfect for Stoopin’. This is a great example of of a perfect stoop for stoopin’. It is the “double wide” of stoops. A perfect spot to people watch on 14th St. with the beverage of your choice.
So it has finally occurred to me how to solve our garbage woes. People seem to feel very comfortable throwing their garbage in tree boxes. (A guy in Shaw even has a whole blog about it.) So the solution is easy. Why don’t we just paint tree box scenes on the garbage cans? At the very least I think it would be a fascinating social experiment. Pretty clever huh?
How is possible to live right in the middle of the city and sit outside on your porch and listen to the crickets? How is that possible? To make things even better, a neighbor across the street came out to sit on his porch and listen to the baseball game on his radio. I swear sometimes I feel like I can understand people reminiscing about the 50s. Sitting on the porch, drinking a beer, listening to a baseball game and with the crickets chirping in the background. And there aren’t even any mosquitoes tonight!