As the Crescent City gears up for another blast of drunken revelry, do you ever wonder what happens with all those empty Hand Grenades left splintered in the streets? Here's a good read on the folks who clean the heaps of sodden trash in the aftermath of Carnival.
As a punk kid I was induced to clean up after the V.P. Fair (now Fair of St. Louis) beneath the sleek supports of the Gateway Arch. I remember well the stench and feel of a yellowed watermelon left to bloat in the July heat. The number of bags we filled in a day was stunning. But I was a mere wayfarer in such realms. My hat is off to those who perform such an invaluable service.