Last night I spied a dusty porcine profile in paper.
Like many things residents put out in the back alleys of Fairview, I saw it but still couldn’t say exactly what it was—a pinata, an unopened birthday present, or the mummified remains of a beloved pet (they”ll always have you Babe!).
It was outside by the garbage and recycling but it clearly wasn’t there as trash, more as a decorative element. Or perhaps a message to all us binners going through the recycling bins looking for returnable beverage containers:
Help ourselves but don’t be a pig about it.