Like him or loathe him, Al Gore may have had a point about this global warming thing.
Three days ago, it was 70 degrees.
70 degrees. In January. In Chicago.
Let that sink in for a minute.
I don’t think we have to wait until this current generation of children grown up before we start noticing severe climate changes.
If this foolishness keeps up Joliet and Cicero will become prime lake front property.
Aside from this obvious problem, the big snow that the Chicagoland area received a few weeks ago has melted.
Usually I’m used to seeing the soggy trash strewn ground in late March or early April. This year my winter malaise came a few months early.
I took it upon myself to pick up the gross, wet trash that had blown in front of our buildings.
Frankly I don’t know where all of the trash comes from as we religiously pick up in front of our property. I guess the wind must carry it down the street.
It may just be me, but it seems that a bulk of the trash on our side of the street comes to rest in-between the spokes of our gates.
As I donned the gloves and filled up the bag, I noticed a significant demographic shift concerning the neighborhood refuse.
Our little neck of the woods must be on the come up as the discarded liquor and beer bottles have changed from malt liquor, Hennessey & rotgut label brands.
Now I’m picking up Fat Tire bottles, Guinness empties and all sorts of premium high priced vodka bottles. Someone was thoughtful enough to leave an empty case of Patron tequila near the curb.
Say what you will about Woodlawn but at least someone around here is drinking well