On a recent fall morning in central Harlem, stacks of plastic garbage bags filled the sidewalks in front of the well-kept brownstones. Some of the black bags leaked brownish-gray liquid, others sat intermingled with discarded furniture. Several contained ragged holes in the sides, where they’d been chewed through by rats the night before.
I always felt so bad for the sanitation workers who had to spend all day picking up heavy bags of trash and throwing them in the back of the truck.
It’s gotta be hard work.