The weather here is crazy. It was actually kind of cold today. Or at least, it feels cold to me when it’s below seventy degrees. I felt the chill while riding home, via a bar–this is New Orleans, after all–for a quick drink, from my night class. I stopped on Jefferson and Garfield as I turned toward Prytania and stopped to take a picture of the pile of auto glass taking up half the lane. I no longer fear auto glass like I once did–it’s meant to shatter with round edges and offers little danger to my bike tires, unlike the beer bottle that took Jack down a couple of weeks ago. But a pile of glass always indicates that something’s happened here. And the piles stay for a ridiculously long time. I wonder what happened at this corner. An accident? A break in? A friend of mine recently had a brick tossed through the windshield of her parked car in the Treme. Why? Nothing was taken from her car–what motivates a pure property crime, for no apparent monetary gain? There’s too much going on in this town for property crimes to matter much, but they are rampant, and a sure sign that we’ve got some social problems on our hands. I went to take a picture of the street sign at the intersection so I’d remember where I was at for this blog entry. But there were no signs for a couple of blocks. Yep–a lot in this place is a guessing game.
What I Saw Riding My Bike Around Today 
I was sweeping up a broken beer bottle from my street, the other day, and looked up (I was actually squatting in the road with my whisk broom and dust pan) to see a couple of my neighbors giving me the “What now?” look.
“Broken beer bottle,” I called out, as explanation, and they went back into their houses.
I wonder if they think that the glass just disappears on its own? As the only cyclist on the street, I want it gone right away. But, even if I wasn’t a cyclist, I wouldn’t want to see trash in front of my house, every day.