One of the weirder things about living in our beautiful incorporated village is how it works. We live on a road that stretches from the Town of Huntington all the way to Long Island Sound. The Town is responsible for the road up to the village boundary a couple of hundred feet from where we live. The Town paints double yellow lines down the centre of the road, puts in storm drains, and sweeps the road regularly. As soon as you reach the village all of this disappears. Every time it rains, our road floods because we have no storm drains. The road is full of debris because it is rarely swept. And we pay extra village taxes for this, happily of course because we live in a beautiful incorporated village. Nuts, but not especially weird.
But wait. Once a year, after all possibility of snow has evaporated, the road sweeper is hired to sweep the beautiful village road. Back and forth it goes, for several days, sweeping the sand, mud and leaves left behind after the ravages of winter. All day long I hear it, sweeping back and forth, back and forth, leaving our road so nice and clean befitting the beautiful incorporated village. Except that it only sweeps the village roads. Our house is on the corner of a cul-de-sac and the main village road, and the cul-de-sac, despite the fact that it has the same name as the main road, is in fact a private road. So it doesn't get swept. At all. Ever.
At sometime Steve will go out and scoop up the mud and grit by hand, and sweep the road with a broom, and clean out the grate to the storm drains that we have because we are on a private road.
Nuts and weird and very expensive.
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