I have been complaining endlessly about the lot directly next door, which over the last six months has been piled with junk cars and 10-foot-high mounds of trash and debris. Mice started to show up in our house, then the neighbor’s house. Then one day last week, a crew smashed down the fence and yanked all the cars out. The boss was complaining to one of the workers: “I haven’t seen anything this bad in 20 years.” I stuck my head out the window and asked, “Are you cleaning this whole lot out?” He said yes, and I thanked him very much. The next day, a dumpster came and a crew filled it with most of the junk in the lot. They’re not done but they made a lot of progress.

Suddenly, my housemates started sitting in the back yard. “It’s so much nicer out here without all that junk looming over you.” It really was like a dictatorship had fallen — a dictatorship of the disrespectful and the slovenly. And the mice have, surprisingly quickly, vanished. The next step will be to shove their 15-foot fence, which is encroaching on and tipping over onto my yard, over to their side.

The lesson here is, complaining does work, even in Bushwick. So use it responsibly.

Anyone have a similar story of cleaned up (or not!) junk lots?

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