Day 67: Cleaned Up Trash In My Neighborhood

I cannot confirm nor deny if this is my actual street (Hint: It isn't)

There are a number of different explanations as to the origin of Chicago being called The Windy City. Some believe it is due to "the hot air" spewed by politicians of the early 20th century, some believe it was created by Cincinnati newspapers because they thought Chicago was "full of bluster," and some believe it stems from the insane winds that we have year round here. Regardless of the origins, the name definitely suits the weather, and this was made apparent the past 2 days here in Chicago.

While we have been lucky to be experiencing 60 degree temperature in March, the wind over the past 48 hours has almost been gale force. I personally don't really mind the winds, but I do mind the overabundance of trash that has been blown out of trashcans all around the neighborhood. Some areas look like post-apocalyptic scenes from Terminator 2. So my random act of kindness today is to spend some time this evening cleaning up the streets. My wife and daughter are going to join me in picking up the trash in my neighborhood and weighing it down in trashcans so it won't blow back out. Wherever you are in the world, if you see some trash on the ground, go ahead and pick it up. I understand that it probably isn't yours, but if everyone did their part, just think about how beautiful we could make the world.