The Barista has to admire someone who starts an anti-leaf-blower campaign in the summer. But then Sierra Club activist Pat Kenschaft had a bad run-in with a leaf blower the other day. She wrote about it on the Montclair Watercooler.
My husband and I were walking down our block toward the park when he burst into uncontollable sneezing. He gasped, “Wasn’t there just a leaf blower here?” Yes, about ten minutes ago. We got through the cloud of residual dust, and he was fine, despite his allergies, in the park. Are the people blowing up public dust doing so JUST to harm people like my husband by blowing allergens into the air or is there some other motive?
She’s holding a meeting tonight to get the darned things banned, but you have to contact her to find out where and get the secret password. After all, you wouldn’t want to be holding a leaf-blower banning meeting and have some horticultural SWAT team armed with Toro Blower-VaCs showing up in your living room. It could wreak havoc on the drapes.
Meanwhile, read Pat’s wonderful diatribe on leaf blowers here, which includes, in the Barista’s opinion, the best sentence ever written in the English language.
It will be difficult, perhaps impossible, to numerically evaluate how much mental illness is caused by leafblowers or how many tottering marriages fell into divorce because the spouses were irritated by leaf blower noise.