Last year, Dover Street came under media scrutiny with the death of Carrie John, and the arrest of her fiance, Clinton McCracken.

I’m not going to cast judgement on them–it’s not my place. I didn’t know either of them personally, and the Brain and I’s sole interaction with them had been in “hi” while walking past each other on the street.

I do mourn, though. I mourn for the life lost. I mourn for the brilliant minds (both John and McCracken) that will not be able to continue their research.

While walking down Dover Street one morning last week, I spotted this little bit of life struggling up through the cracks. I thought it was appropriate.  After such a long hard winter, new life has bloomed. 

A little life struggling

Last night, as the Brain and I made our nightly foray around the ‘hood, we discovered a crime against nature (and humanity, being us).

Someones garbage was placed out for collection (which is not rare since the pick-up is on Wednesdays), but it’s what was IN the garbage that was horrible. 

Okay, honestly, we don’t know WHAT was in the multiple white bags (placed, I should note, NOT in a can with a tight fitting lid as required by the City of Baltimore). All we know is that it was FOUL.  The stench was horrendous, and enough to evoke a “reversal of fortune”  if endured for more than a few seconds.

I don’t know if someone is conducting illicit biological experiments (after all, we do have quite a few medical students who reside in the neighborhood along with a large amount of homeless people who wander through), or if perhaps, someone didn’t pay their water bill and used garbage bags to collect their personal deposits–either way, we didn’t stick around to find out.

Seriously, Dover street residents. WTF are you thinking?

*on another note about Dover Street–We saw that someone took the initiative to clean up alot of the dirt and debris that had littered the street after the winter.  If it was you, Walt, kudos to you!*