I stood on the Mall this morning absolutely stunned.
Where I thought I had seen thousands of people milling about and trampling the grass underfoot; I saw a pristine park. I searched but couldn’t find a single stray piece of paper. Surely, human debris would be heaped about the public trash receptacles – no, each one clean as a whistle with a crisp new garbage bag lining.
Today in the Daily News, one of our new arrivals described the frenzied and very happy activities of yesterday as a fantasyland. Apparently, as I was there too, it was but a dream. Everywhere I looked today, I couldn’t find any hard facts that all those activities and events I saw had ever happened.
Who was responsible?
Of course I knew the answer – our dedicated Yankee Homecoming volunteers with their bright T-shirts did their best to break down the booths and staging – but even they would have left the field fallowed like a farm field after a big carnival had departed.
No, it was largely the efforts of our beleaguered* Department of Public Service employees. Like ghosts in the night, they came, they saw and they definitely took away all traces of Olde Fashioned Sunday.
Leaving just a very fond memory and another great annotation in Yankee Homecoming’s long history.
* Our stretched-thin, understaffed and definitely under-paid DPS. This department is without a doubt the most under appreciated part of our city government. These who often get ripped royally for the condition of our parks, streets and sidewalks; are truly our community super heroes.