Angels on the Bayou
Last night G told me that she was going to try to go clean up the trash can in front of Cabrini on the footbridge because it was overflowing with dog poop bags. The city in its infinite wisdom picked up all the trash cans after Katrina because no one was around to pick them up. So it’s been a real pill. Not to mention no one has cut the grass in the past couple of months making walking on the bayou next to impossible – Arlene refuses since she can’t see over the grass.
I thought G didn’t have time so I was headed over with rubber gloves and a mask, but N drove by and said it is all clean and picked up – so whoever the ANGEL ON THE BAYOU was who did that – thank you.