Garbage day on my street is very lovely. Often the piles of trash are up to your hips. I know that in 1968 there was a terrible garbage strike in NYC that lasted for weeks. I have no idea how people lived through it. On the bright side, while I was walking the dog tonight I saw the entrepreneurial spirit in action as people with shopping carts sifted through the recyclables for 5¢ deposits on cans and bottles. My ex-wife told me when we moved out of New York City in 1998 that it was because she couldn't live anymore with the garbage and the urine. She may have had a point about the garbage.
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