Through the last year, every time I dug up a part of the back yard, I cursed the former owners. “Why is there so much garbage tossed back here!?” Luis tried to reason: “Maybe they didn’t pick up the trash for a certain period?” We have asked many people from “back in the day” and nobody seems to have a good answer.

Now that it’s spring, I’m cleaning the yard with renewed intensity so that we have something more to enjoy by summer. Always keen to find old labels and stuff, I snatched this up out of a pile of glass and old carpet, and dusted it off. It was a medicine label from a local pharmacy, from 1983. I didn’t recognize the name as that of anyone in the family we got the house from (they had been here since 1970). Then I realized the address is from the building two doors down. I had been blaming the massive mess on the owners of the house — why would they do this to their own property???, we constantly ask the wind. I was amazed they could even generate this much trash. It now seems that for 30 years, the lovely neighbors have been flinging their household trash into yards all around here. This jibes with contemporary stories of (and my own experience with) neighbors tossing trash over fences.

There is still plenty of trash that cannot be blamed on the neighbors — tens of shower curtains (they seem to have had a fetish), acres of shag carpet, an entire truck’s drive shaft — but it’s clear to me now that they may have just given up under the wave of trash and decay forced upon them by the times.

I still don’t have the whole answer, but the more evidence I find and people I talk to, the more I realize just how bad it was in Bushwick in the 80s.