Am almost over the horror of seeing all that trash on Route 495 on the way home from New York (as if the events of the past week weren’t upsetting enough). There is more trash on 495 then on the Mass. Pike – what’s up with that?
I spent the day today at home catching up on laundry and work so it was up to Henry to save the day by picking up litter after the soccer game. It’s great when institutions and playgrounds have trash barrels outside on their grounds but it’s not so great when they don’t empty them regularly because inevitably they end up upending themselves in a wind storm.