I swept the street and sidewalk outside the Hacienda this morning. I never swept the street in Houston. The city did it.
But the city did it lots of other places, mostly downtown. It was not a job for the citizens. They paid taxes for that.
Where I live now, if you want a clean street and sidewalk outside your home, you must do it yourself. I still, after all these years, have trouble understanding that nobody will do it if I don’t do it.
So I rarely do it. Perhaps three or four times a year.
I do pick up large trash on a regular basis, however. We never have a shortage of broken beer bottles, candy wrappers and — my personal favorite — soiled disposable diapers, the worst and best invention ever.
After sweeping the street and sidewalk, I enjoy a brief spell during which I drive home and admire my handiwork, the civic duty I have done.
But it does not last long. The beer bottles, the candy wrappers and the diapers reappear, and I’m right back where I started.
Sometimes it does not pay to get out of bed, especially on cold mornings when you’re under goose down with a warm woman.