The crapping’s on the wall*

*overpass.... Specifically, the railroad overpass on Woodside Avenue, next to the notorious collection of benches on 69th Street where dead-drunk dudes hang out all day and night, occasionally engaging in fights, smashing each other over the heads with glass bottles, and hitting on moms picking up their kids from PS 12. Yay Woodside!

Narcissus shitandpissus

Last summer the Woodside Neighborhood Association spent many an hour cleaning up this little triangle of earth off Queens Boulevard and 69th. They pulled weeds, picked up all the litter, and even planted daffodils. Well, a year has taken its toll. But a few fleurs are still popping up, can you believe it?!?! 

Reminder to all who try to do good: We Cannot, Will Not!!, have anything nice here! Queens is all about crap! 

How I love the DSNY!

This crap greeted me as I walked along Woodside Avenue this past Saturday (between 72nd and 74th Streets):

I called it in to 311, and today (Tuesday), it is gone! Thank you DSNY!!❤️

If you see a pile of crap, please call 311!! We have to call as often as dumpers dump. It is annoying, but it is the only way to keep the streets clean(ish).

For your viewing pleasure...

Another bag of piss, this one open... I went to pick up what I thought was just another plastic bag, but lo and behold, t’was filled with a frothy yellow liquid. Keeping it classy, Elmhurst!

Elmhurst storefront decor

The very light yellow urine in these bags looks much healthier than the usual dark yellow-almost brown piss that I usually observe. Glad to see that pee-baggers are getting more hydration.

But ya know what’s NOT healthy? Living in a neighborhood in which people throw BAGS of piss on the sidewalks and streets! This particular photo was captured in front of an Elmhurst store that was open for business. The  owners/employees didn’t bother to remove these bags of urine. Screw the customers! Screw the community! 

My Proclamation

1. Did you know that 2017 saw the departure of Dave R., leader of the Woodside Neighborhood Association? What is the WNA?- only a group of volunteers- many of them kids- who met in front of Pollos Marios in Woodside every single Saturday morning at 10am, and spent the day cleaning up garbage, remediating graffiti, even mulching and planting flowers throughout Woodside and its surrounding neighborhoods. They spent long hours in the blazing sun toiling away. They spent frigid hours chipping at ice and clearing snow so that residents had paths to stores and subway stations. Many of them worked throughout the week, not just Saturdays. I do not know what has/will become of Woodside- hopefully the dedicated volunteers will continue Dave’s work. For reasons I do not understand, Dave felt like his efforts were not successful. I am SO sad that he feels this way. He was MY inspiration! Seriously, around 2014, when I complained to my husband (who worked with Dave’s crew often) about the filth of Elmhurst, my hubby said, “You can always follow Dave’s example and do your part to clean the streets”- a light dawned. I took up arms (a garbage can on wheels and a grasper on a stick, avalable in any dolla store for about 5 clams or at Home Depot for a still-reasonable mark-up). I rolled my cart just one block: the shitty desolate drug-gang hangout/city-wide-known-dump-spot/prostitution plagued/body-parts-droppoff filthy short block of 43rd Ave between 74th and 72nd Streets— and I picked up litter, and called 311 whenever someone dumped some huge pile (like the couch/car bumper/construction debris currently there). Dave sent a powerful message: If ye litter, I will clean up after you; If ye graffiti, I will paint over that sh*t toute de suite!  I’ve been trying my best, and in the process I have had my life threatened, I’ve had some loser try to entice me into a shed while flashing his pathetic member, and I’ve been approached several times by some dude in a fancy big car whom I suspect of being a local drug sales specialist. I have grown very weary and depressed lately, and I admit I have thought of quitting my work (yes, I have skipped many Saturdays of clean-up). But you know what? I am NOT giving up! I am going to keep picking up litter, keep calling 311 when there is dumping, and... well... I can’t promise that I’ll have the guts to scream at crack dealers/cracksmokers anymore... but the litter, that’s my thing! No doubt someone will throw down another used condom or drug baggie as soon I’ve picked them up, but I will continue to pick them up. WHY? Because this is the neighborhood, the community, in which I live. I care about it. I care about you (unless you’re a liitering drug dealer).
   

Over and out.

De profundis clamo!

Crappy New Year!

Complaint Number: 1-1-1513635661