Garbage, Garbage Everywhere

Several years ago when I was still living it up in sunny Los Angeles, blissfully unaware that my time there had a clock on it, a friend paid a visit to New York. When she came back, I ask her what she thought. Her first words — “so much garbage.”

I told her I understood, that the streets get plenty dirty with millions of slobs walking around every day. No, not that, she said. Oh, the public trash pails, they get filled up pretty quickly, I said. It was not that, either. She said there was just trash piled up everywhere.

I questioned her a bit more and even then had to think about it for a while. Then I realized she meant the garbage on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up. New Yorkers have been led to believe that is a normal occurrence. Well, it is not.


Other cities do not pile their garage on the streets where people actually walk and live. Many cities were built with alleys to hide that unpleasantness. When they made up the new York street grid centuries ago, the decision was made not to have alleys. Even then, they knew real estate on the skinny island would be at a premium.

But it has left us with disgusting, smelly streets. And we have to tolerate this. And don’t get me started on when it rains and it all gets moist.


It is another example of New Yorkers living a way of life that they think is normal, but really is not.

Sigh. I hate this city.