To the editor:
Wow, it has been wicked windy weather hasn’t it?
Here’s the thing that I’m having trouble with; I’m not feeling sour grapes, just really sad and utterly confused.
There are some folks who for whatever reason are putting out their trash and recycle the night before pickup, only to have it strewn everywhere by the next morning. Even the early risers who get it out can’t avoid it.
Now there are some who may tie it down or secure it but more often than not, most don’t and it’s everywhere on nearly every city street. The containers are essentially useless, as they hold little and are wide open. And people always overfill because they are recycling and don’t use additional containers, so we are left with a mess of huge proportions.
We all see it. We are blessed to live in the oldest seaport in the country but sadly it is a disgraceful mess 80 percent of the time. Our Main Street has filthy trashed curbsides, riddled with cigarettes and gum. Washington Street is just plain nasty and my own neighborhood of Gloucester Avenue is one of the greatest eyesores around.
Since moving to this side of town one year ago, I can’t begin to count the endless yellow bags I’ve filled from just my house down to just the bowling alley. The highway (Route 128) side of Gloucester Avenue technically is owned by the state. All the highway extensions in town are a mess, and rest assured I haven’t seen any state workers come this way to clean.
One November day, I bagged eight overflowing bags from the corner of Maplewood Avenue down the hill across from the bowling alley. From the brush, I pulled out lobster buckets, tires, pots and pans and more I could have bagged more, but within two days, it was if I did nothing. Folks park their cars on the highway side by Maplewood all lined up and the area is disgusting.