I went for my walk today, expecting the street and sidewalks to be peopled with the usual crew of morning walkers, with and without their dogs, as well as bikers, runners, racers, and the occasional straggler. People I greet nearly every morning, with a smile, a nod, a wave, or an occasional shout. It was the first perfect morning of our Florida spring; the temperature was 72 degrees, and the ambiance was low humidity, with full-on sunshine expected later in the day.
By the time I headed out, the sun was just contemplating peeking over the horizon; the dusky morning light was still intermittently punctuated with the tiny droplets sprayed by sprinklers swinging in their wide arcs. It was a morning in which to revel and the number of folks out getting their exercise was greater than usual, all of us enjoying the beauty of the day.
I usually do two laps around my favorite street, which circles for a mile around an insulated residential island down the way from my house. As I headed into the last stretch of my initial lap, I spied a scruffy-looking BIG dog wandering towards me on the other side of the street. As I passed him, he turned, lazily crossed the street, and began to follow.
Given that my walking companion is a small white puppy, who might, for all I know, have looked quite yummy under the circumstances, I elected against my usual second lap.
Instead, I headed back off the island and, still walking away from my home, chose a different route, one I had not walked in several years. The first block here, Lucerne, is a through street, although it feeds into one perpendicular to it, Ladoga.
As I headed onto Lucerne, I noticed something quite odd. It’s a short block, only 10 or 11 houses to each side. And half the folks on the street, at least nine houses, had their garbage cans out. That would not have been strange, but for the fact that trash day isn’t until tomorrow. This phenomenon was highlighted by my realization that the oddity ended at the end of the street, when I made the turn onto Ladoga, and, as I continued my walk.
Lucerne was the only street with their cans out.
So, what’s going on here? I wondered. The culture on Lucerne is different from the culture on all the surrounding streets. Someone on Lucerne put his can out a day early, and others followed suit.
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