I parked the rented beige Jetta under the tall tree that I had planted
as an 8 year old, a life time ago. The entire street was shaded by
poplars, painted white half way up the trunk to prevent insect
invasions. The lush green trees have grown taller than the five story buildings surrounding them.
On a regular schedule, the Marxist community and street organizers would show up and corral everybody to a day of volunteer work, sweeping the streets, picking up trash, mowing the grass, planting trees, shrubs, pick up garbage, rocks, and pull weeds. Adults would work quietly, fearful of saying something that would be reported downtown, but the kids laughed and ran carefree in their exuberant playfulness.
Read more: http://canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/53999
On a regular schedule, the Marxist community and street organizers would show up and corral everybody to a day of volunteer work, sweeping the streets, picking up trash, mowing the grass, planting trees, shrubs, pick up garbage, rocks, and pull weeds. Adults would work quietly, fearful of saying something that would be reported downtown, but the kids laughed and ran carefree in their exuberant playfulness.
Read more: http://canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/53999
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