I'd heard stories; but never before witnessed this ritualistic time of year in the Boston metro area during which students (and non-students) participate in some serious trash picking.
I'm undoubtedly going to sound bitter when I bring up the fact that I did work though out all of the holiday weekend; so I missed a lot of the good stuff (and daylight).I finally made it out with my camera the night before trash pickup on my street.
To tell you that there was enough trash on our street to construct a small continent does better justice than these photos that I took.
I got the feeling that by the time we made our rounds, most of the "good stuff" had already been taken.
We realized much too quickly how beneficial a flashlight would have been, and soon met a woman who was such a pro at this type of thing that she put us to serious shame. She offered us a few tips as we followed each other; us on foot and her in her minivan (with dog).
Some kitchen utensils, a few chairs, one or two designer handbags, a shelf, a boombox, and plaster busts of Superman and Batman later; we found ourselves back home just as the load became a bit too much to carry.
Lessons learned for next year: pack a flashlight, get Labor Day off, and make a friend with a pickup truck.
