A missed flight, a cheap motel, and a mushy apple
Weeks ago, the recycling carts disappeared from our alley. We live in a Chicago three-flat, and the City is supposed to provide single-stream blue carts for all residential buildings with four or fewer units. It hasn’t replaced them yet. Larger buildings are required to provide recycling services themselves, but this doesn’t always happen, either.
Air travel—perhaps paradoxically—tutors us in patience, a practice in short supply in today's world.