When I went out for a jog through the deserted streets of Alvin this morning, this thought occurred to me: What are these morons thinking?
This is trash pick-up day in Alvin, and the morons of whom I speak are the ones who've put out their plastic bags full of trash. Do they really think there'll be a garbage run today? Tomorrow those bags are going to become unguided missles in the big wind. The chief moron is the guy who put a twelve-foot pecan limb out for pick-up.
Other things I saw in yards: a traffic cone, four plastic lawn chairs, a TV set, a metal folding chair, a soccer ball, a metal garbage can.
And most of this stuff, including the filled garbage bags, was in front of houses that are boarded up and deserted.