A city proud of its waste
Published Date: November 20th, 2006
So, the children’s literature festival was a success this weekend. I was able to pop in on a few story telling times and even meet a couple of local authors that are publishing their first children’s book. And as an unknown surprise I was able to drop by the City Mission Feast just next door at the park. The newspaper rumors an attendance of about 3000 people. It was quite a mixed bag of folks at the park this past Saturday. However, by about 6pm the entire park had been stripped of tents, tables, chairs, and cookers. It looked as if nothing had taken place there at all. In fact, the only sign of life was the row of port-a-potties facing Whitaker Street. And this is where my ridicule of the city begins. It seems that no matter what art is being displayed downtown or what beautiful new house developement is taking place on the Islands or even what new store is opening at the mall, Savannah is most proud of its fleet of portable commodes. Why else would they leave them lingering in public parks for days after an event? I mean, here I was driving down Whitaker admiring the speed and agility of the clean-up crew for both Saturday events when I was blinded by the terra-cotta colored poopers. What a sight! And I have noticed this before. When the medical center was done being constructed, port-o’s were still sitting there three weeks later. And each time you pass by Ellis Square (as it was formerly known) there are port-o’s just calling out to our guests of the host city. So, I challenge you. Drive around. Take note of our cities fascination with and pride for our portable potties. Here’s looking at you, Savannah!
Maybe they just don’t have a proper place to store those poopers… They just leave them wherever they were used last until they are needed somewhere else.