Do landscapers have a pact with the devil?

Vroom vroom vroom.  Be it ordained, my town decreed, “The unlimited use of leaf blowers impairs the economic and social welfare, health, peace and quality of life…” That reasonable law enforced by those who enforce left me to my own weeds and leaves.  After being fined, my landscaper up and left my town, neither of us unscathed.

 

Contemplating the realities of a world we need to repair I commiserated with the need for said laws.  Still, though, rereading the ordinance, I couldn’t help but wish I could write a few rules myself.  For instance, on this fine autumn day cars full of ugly idling half hour at my door, school buses that shouldn’t pass inspection driving by as I walk my child to school, cigars in yellow lips over blackened teeth smoking into my breakfast sandwich, PSE&G truck drivers idling for hours on their smart phone, township cars idling while chatting with local police officers about things one must say low and laugh loudly while children bike by their exhaust pipes, all assaulted my senses and my well being.  In fact my sense of social welfare and my quality of life have been irrevocably compromised.  Who should I call?

 

Under the ‘life must go on banner’ I dressed for the 38 degree morning and juiced a red beet to feel hip, mimicked a hamster to feel fit, overpaid for my coffee to feel affluent, and decided that not every battle is a war.  Off I went, past my forgone peace and health into the neighborhood where I observed quietly the vroom vroom of the elite leaf blowers in town.  It appears, after some investigation, that somehow a privileged few, whose contract with the Devil affords them immunity, may in fact diesel their way through the neighborhood, ordinance notwithstanding. 

 

What a Faustian town I live in!

 

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