Monday, April 27, 2020

What We Lost

Cars Did Not Invade a Vacuum

Market Day, Luzzara, Italy. Paul Strand, 1953.

The streets are quieter now. A few days ago I fell into conversation with a bicyclist on Pine Street. An older man, possibly my age. He had just dismounted and was getting ready to take his bike into his house. It was a nice bike, and it was a nice house. He was wearing spandex and a helmet, and he'd just been on a ride to Norristown. I asked him how it had gone. He smiled. "They're not trying to kill you," he said. By "they," he meant the cars.

I like the quiet. You can speak on the street without having to raise your voice. We get used to things, and if the world was already that way before we came along, we assume it has always been that way. This is hardly ever true.

I think better when it's quiet. We've had cars for a little over a century. They just showed up and took over our streets, and I think most people today can't imagine streets that aren't dominated by cars.

There are noises I like. There's a school about a block from our house. I like the sound of the children playing in the schoolyard. They always sound so happy.

What I find wearing is the continuous, grinding hum of motor vehicles, punctuated by aggressively revving engines and the angry blare of horns. Some will say, well, it's a background hum. You learn to ignore it. I'm opposed to the concept of white noise, always filling the background. I'd rather hear the birds sing.

About the danger. I knew a fellow, years ago, when I was working at the New York City Planning Commission. He had written a bit about the South Bronx, including this line: "The streets vibrate with violence and fear." He was talking about the collapse of civilized society in a part of New York City.

Streets have always held their dangers. The Roman emperor Nero used to like to go out for a walk after dinner and beat up people he met in the streets, stabbing those who resisted and throwing their bodies into the sewers. He would also break into shops and loot them. (See Ann Olga Koloski-Ostrow, The Archaeology of Sanitation in Roman Italy, 2015, p. 69.)

When the cars arrived, they brought something with them that was also new: massive death on our streets. Killing in these numbers had previously been seen mainly in wars and epidemics. And the drivers who did the killing were no more accountable than Mr. Nero.

The novel coronavirus has changed our lives temporarily, and I suspect in some ways permanently. Governor Cuomo of New York has suggested that we citizens take an active hand in shaping these changes while they are still malleable. He sees an opportunity to make our world better than it was before the pandemic came to visit.

I can think of a few changes I would like to see. Readers of this blog can probably guess what some of them would be.

But more broadly, I would like us to have a look at the history of cities before cars. You will find a lot of noise, by the way. And also a lot of filthy air. And you will find some good things that we should try to bring back in some form.

Take a look at the picture above. It's market day in the small Italian town of Luzzara, located near the Po River not terribly far from Mantua. The year is 1953, and yes, the people are poor.

And they have a gift to give us: a pedestrian street. What strikes me most in this picture is the freedom of human movement. There is nothing regimented here. Pedestrians are not marching down sidewalks like so many infantry soldiers, turning and crossing at the crosswalk, all on the command of a traffic signal. People here are behaving naturally, walking where they want, stopping and talking - even shopping. It is market day, after all.

Yes, Governor Cuomo, I want that back.

See also Jersey Homesteads; Small Streets Are Like Diamonds; Looking and Not Seeing, Listening and Not Hearing.


Monday, April 20, 2020

Void on Center

Ave, Caesar. Morituri te salutant.



You may have noticed that Greek and Roman temples have their front doors in the middle of the facade, or front wall. This has been called the void on center, and it is part of the larger system of symmetry in classical architecture.

The Roman architect Vitruvius, in Book III of his De Architectura, argued that buildings should be symmetrical, the same way the human body is symmetrical. And he describes a well-proportioned man (nature is not actually uniform, you know), lying on his back with his arms out. This is the source of Leonardo's famous drawing of the man in a circle and also in a square.

Symmetry has produced a lot of good buildings over the years - the front door of Notre Dame de Paris is smack in the middle of the facade, and that's just where I want it. Perhaps you feel the same way.

And then there was Philadelphia's own Frank Furness, who had a fondness for putting his doors at the corner, which if you stop to think about it, allows access from two streets instead of one.

But I digress. What I'd like to talk about today is the role of a void on center in large organizations. This is actually quite common, and it is not just a disease of government organizations. It is rampant in the business world.

On September 11, 2001, I was working for a large corporation in Philadelphia. Early on we switched the TV monitors in the elevator lobbies to the news. As we watched the towers in New York City collapse, we also started to watch our company collapse. The entire management chain seemed to have become invisible. And mute. We waited for instructions that never came. Eventually we decided to leave - we were in one of the tallest towers in the city, and an airliner on final approach to the airport could have diverted and hit us in about two minutes.

A friend and colleague was located on another floor, and I should have stopped by and told her I was leaving. But it simply never crossed my mind. I apologized later, and she forgave me. She said that, some time after I had left, an anonymous voice came over the loudspeaker and told everyone to go home. Pretty much everybody had already left.

It turns out that senior management couldn't decide whether to send everybody home. One executive was outspoken about what it would do to her production numbers. What they did decide to do was go to the company's emergency command center in New Jersey. Unfortunately, the bridges had already closed. So they dispersed, and then they found out that their cell phones were useless - jammed by the volume of calls.

This is the short version of the story.

During the last election, man-in-the-street interviews started quoting people saying, "I like Trump. He's a businessman. He'll know what to do." And that's when I knew in my heart that we were in grave danger.

See also Fascism, Jim Crow Was a Failed State, Narcissism and Dictatorship, What Can Pierre Laval Tell Us About Donald Trump?

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Make Walnut an Open Street

The Hamster Cage Should Come with a Wheel to Run On

Walnut at 13th.

Mayor Kenney recently said we may be staying at home until Labor Day. I've given this some thought, and I think he's probably right. The coronavirus is highly contagious, and people can carry it without having any symptoms. This is a really bad combination.

I personally think we won't be out of the woods until we have a vaccine. However, if we work really hard at developing and deploying tests for the virus and for its antibodies, and if we develop public health surveillance systems that are highly effective, I think we can start to open up a bit before the vaccine arrives - always, however, being on our guard.

I don't know about you, but I'm already tired of staying home. My wife and I have been at home for more than a month, and Labor Day would put us at 26 weeks, or six months.

I really look forward to our daily walks, and I think we need to recognize that our current regime is not nearly as restrictive as those in, for instance, France and Italy. For an idea of what things are like in a poor suburb of Paris, read this article.

If we're going to do this through the summer, I think we absolutely need to be able to get outdoors, and do it safely. I think we need more space, and I think we need better managed space.

I've been saying for a while that we need a lot more space, but I haven't said how much more space. Here you go.

The Hoop Skirt Theory
Social distancing currently requires maintaining six feet between yourself and other people you don't live with. This is up from three feet in the earlier days. And in normal times I think we can say your personal space on one of Philadelphia's small sidewalks is more like two feet. Frequently intruded upon.

Six feet might not sound like such a huge jump - only twice the earlier guidance, maybe three times your normal two feet. But let's have a look at the total area you're taking up. In your mind, draw a circle around yourself two feet from the center of your body - say somewhere around your esophagus.

Now calculate the area of the circle. I went back and dredged up some grammar school geometry. The area of a circle is pi (3.14) times the square of the radius (4). This comes to about 12.5 square feet.

What happens when the radius is 6 feet? It's about 113 square feet, or roughly ten times what you're used to. So we can jump ahead and say, as a general proposition, that we need about ten times more space than we've been accustomed to. This need is greatest in the places with small streets and small sidewalks, where there wasn't any wasted space to start with.

The sidewalk in front of my house is 11 feet 8 inches wide. The stoop is 28 inches deep. So continuous clearance is 9 feet 4 inches.

Imagine putting on a hoop skirt 12 feet in diameter and walking down my sidewalk. People are actually talking about hoop skirt social distancing online.

It might be fun for some computer whizz to develop a model of what social distancing actually looks like on our sidewalks. Since the six-foot circle is imaginary, two circles can overlap - you only need six feet of distance between people, unlike two people wearing our hoop skirts, who really would need twelve feet. And many of us are actually moving, often rather erratically as we stop to read our phones or look into the window of a closed store. I don't think a model of motor-vehicle traffic would do us justice.

Oakland and Friends
Other cities seem to have figured out that our current regime is not providing enough space. We, however, continue to shovel people onto the Schuylkill Banks and expect them to socially distance when there simply isn't enough space. Maybe give them a bigger pipe, or a second pipe. I've written about repurposing the outer lanes of the Benjamin Franklin Parkway to provide another route to Kelly Drive and Martin Luther King Drive. I wouldn't move to enforcement until I'd provided adequate space.

As I said, other people seem to have figured out that social distancing requires a lot more space than is currently available, and they're moving to fix that. Oakland is repurposing 74 miles of city streets, allowing local motor-vehicle traffic only and creating shared public spaces where drivers must recognize the right of pedestrians and bicyclists to be in the street.

Oakland is in a class by itself, but other cities are also making significant moves. (For a story in the Guardian, click here. For a story in the Times, click here.)

And in Philly we're trying. The Bicycle Coalition and the Clean Air Council have sent a letter to the mayor, urging expansion of space for pedestrians and cyclists. Five members of City Council, including Council's president, co-signed the letter. And several community groups, including the Center City Residents' Association and the Logan Square Neighborhood Association, have also sent letters to the mayor. (For a story in the Inquirer, click here.)

Walnut Street
Recently Inga Saffron of the Inquirer suggested adding Walnut Street to the list of streets that should be repurposed. I'm quite fond of this idea. As Inga reports, part of the 1300 block of Walnut has already been repurposed (see photos at the beginning and end of this story). The street space between 13th and Juniper is being used as part of a quarantine site that has been established at the Holiday Inn Express located on the north side of the block.

As Inga puts it, "Since buses and other traffic have to be diverted anyway, why not block off the rest of Walnut Street in Center City? It’s not like businesses are open. Turning Walnut into a place for joggers and cyclists could make central Philadelphia feel less desolate than it does now."

Will this happen? I have no idea.

Walnut at Juniper.

See also Relieving Pressure on the Schuylkill Banks.

Friday, April 10, 2020

NYC's Numbers

Will We Go Where They Are?

I've been keeping an eye on New York City, partly because I'm from there and have family living there, and partly because I think its experience can provide a rough crosscheck for our government's predictions about the course of the pandemic.

New York City has about 3% of the U.S. population. (8.5 million in 2020 for New York City, 328.2 million in 2019 for the U.S. Actually 2.59%.) The government has projected between 100,000 and 240,000 deaths nationally. Let's look at the lower figure. If we have 100,000 deaths for 100% of the population, then arithmetic suggests that NYC, with 3% of the population, should have 3,000 deaths.

(On April 9, Dr. Anthony Fauci, director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, endorsed a new projection of 60,000 deaths from the Institute for Health Metrics and Evaluation at the University of Washington. The IHME forecasts 60,364 deaths by June 1, with a range of 31,220 to 126,543.)

Sadly, the 3,000 number for New York City has been passed, and is rapidly receding in the rearview mirror. The good news is that the death rate in NYC may have plateaued. But there's clearly a long way to go.

A simple projection like this assumes that the impact of the coronavirus will be uniform across the country. This is highly unlikely. Some communities will be hit less, and others more, than the average.

There are those who will say that NYC is atypical and that you can't project the city's experience on the nation. Governor Cuomo has even suggested that NYC's numbers are high because of population density. (He really means crowding. Density is the number of people in an apartment building. Crowding is the number of people in a room.)

I actually think that New York City's experience will be lower than many other places in the country. Why? Several reasons.

First, the state government is actually interested in governing, and even seems to be pretty good at it. On the other hand, several states have been distinctly laggard in issuing stay-at-home orders.

Second, the medical system in NYC is very good - much better than it is in many other parts of the country.

Third, the food distribution system appears to be holding up. This seems to be true across the nation. Spot shortages have been reported -  either out of stock (empty shelves) or rationing (only two per customer, that sort of thing). And certainly there are shortages on non-food items such as cleaning supplies,  However, basic supply seems to be there for food. Paying for it, of course, is another thing, and a lot of people are having trouble with that; but crowded food banks are not an indication of an overall supply problem. Instead they are a symptom of people not having money.

Fourth, the people in New York City seem by and large to be making a good-faith effort to comply with the new restrictions on their movement. Meanwhile, in other places, people are still going to church and the beach.

I should mention that all of New York City is currently under great stress, and breakdowns in any area are likely to cause breakdowns in other areas. Still, we have apparently not yet had any of the catastrophic breakdowns that can occur in a situation like this.

So I'm inclined to look at NYC's number as a lower bound, and I will be watching it, not just because I'm fond of  the city, but also because I believe it can help the rest of us understand where we're headed.

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Placebo

A placebo is a pill that a doctor gives to a patient, knowing that it will do nothing to heal the patient's body, but hoping that the gesture will lift the patient's spirits, making the patient feel a bit better. The pill may be inert, or it can be an actual drug useful in treating other conditions. Doctors have engaged in this practice for a very long time, because it is an act of caring, if not curing, and a doctor is responsible for the care as well as the cure of a patient.

In our current situation, placebos are being used to distract patients and - well, just about everybody - from the grim shortages of ventilators, tests, gowns, masks, and gloves, and the nonexistence of a vaccine and an actual therapeutic drug.

Monday, April 6, 2020

Wartime Presidents

Wannabes Beware

The current occupant of the the Oval Office seems to be fitfully attempting to recast himself as a wartime president, presumably with the thought that it will help him win reelection.

There is an unexamined assumption here that presidents tend to get reelected if there is a war going on. The obvious examples are Lincoln and Roosevelt. And then even George W. Bush got a second term, so it can't just be about merit.

I do think that there's an instinct to rally around the flag when a war breaks out. But I also think this impulse has an expiration date.

Exhibit A here is Lyndon Johnson. who was basically hounded out of office for his mismanagement of the Vietnam War.

If we stand back and look over our entire history, the reelection efforts of wartime presidents have had mixed results.

James Madison didn't exactly win the War of 1812, and the British did burn down a good bit of Washington, D.C., which I think we can say was at least embarrassing. But he did win reelection in 1812, during the early days of the war.

Harry Truman wanted to run again in 1952, in the midst of the Korean War, but he was widely unpopular and withdrew after he lost the New Hampshire primary.

Richard Nixon won reelection in the midst of the Vietnam War and the gathering clouds of the Watergate scandal. One of the campaign slogans that year was, "Don't change Dicks in the middle of a screw; vote for Nixon in '72." On August 9, 1974, Nixon resigned to avoid impeachment, conviction, and removal from office.

William McKinley won the Spanish-American War in 1898 and was elected to a second term in 1900. Six months into his second term he was assassinated. Theodore Roosevelt succeeded to the presidency.

Other cases are, I think, interesting but inconclusive.

James Polk won the Mexican-American War (1846-1848), but he had pledged to serve only one term, and he honored his pledge. He died in 1849.

Woodrow Wilson won reelection before the United States entered World War I. He sought a third term in 1920, but his health was so poor that the Democrats chose James M. Cox as their candidate. Republican Warren G. Harding won the election.

George H.W. Bush won his war in the Persian Gulf, but by the time the election rolled around, the war was over and the economy was down. He was defeated by Bill Clinton.

Overall, I think the closest analogue for Donald Trump, in the wartime president department, is Lyndon Johnson.

And here's a cautionary note for newly elected presidents: If you get into a war, your chances of completing a second term are rather dim. Only four presidents have done it, and one of them - Franklin Roosevelt - died in office before his war was over.
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For more on wartime presidents, see Michael Beschloss, Presidents of War (2018).

Thursday, April 2, 2020

Relieving Pressure on the Schuylkill Banks

Six Feet of Separation Requires New Thinking

They're actually hopping up on one foot.

As the coronavirus continues, and we spend more and more time cooped up indoors, the value of spending a little bit of time outdoors continues to increase. However, we need to be able to do this safely, and right now we don't have enough space to maintain the magic six feet between individuals. The obvious answer is to repurpose underused street space away from motor vehicles and give it to the non-motorized residents.

I'm hoping we can get car-free streets throughout the city, but my particular concern right now is freeing up space that can relieve pressure on the Schuylkill Banks.

This morning I walked up the Benjamin Franklin Parkway from Logan Square to the Art Museum, and then I walked back home on the Schuylkill Banks.

I am frankly surprised that the City hasn't closed the outer lanes on the Parkway yet. These lanes are aimed directly at both Martin Luther King Drive and Kelly Drive. Normally they're dominated by cars. Freed up for non-motorized traffic, I think you would see them drawing substantial numbers of pedestrians and cyclists. The existing bike lane on 22nd Street makes the Parkway route to the park drives particularly attractive for cyclists.

This morning's motor vehicle traffic on the Parkway was light and would easily be handled by the inner lanes. I simply don't see any reason not to turn this space over to pedestrians and bicyclists.

On the Schuylkill Banks, traffic was very light this morning, but it was still difficult to maintain six feet of clearance, particularly at the bridges, some of which create serious neckdowns, and also on the hill by the skateboard park. There were a few people walking, like me, but most of the traffic was runners - many runners, mostly solo - with fewer cyclists and a smattering of grownups pushing children in strollers..

The thought occurred to me, as I walked, that the current situation is not sustainable. Traffic on the Banks will only increase as the weather gets warmer, and if nothing is done to redirect some of that traffic, I greatly fear that health concerns will lead the City to close down the Schuylkill Banks. This would be, I think, a very unpopular move.

I'm hoping that we can, instead, open the outer lanes on the Parkway to non-motorized traffic. I don't know that this move will solve the whole problem, but it will definitely make a dent in it and perhaps lead us to other useful measures that we may not be seeing clearly right now.

On a personal note, I trained for ten marathons largely on the Schuylkill Banks, the two park drives, and the Belmont Plateau. As I watched the runners on my walk today, I knew how much this time in this space meant to them. If we can manage to hold on to that, we will have done something special.

Needs a sawhorse or two.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Scavengers and Scow Trimmers

Our Long History Nibbling the Edges of the Waste Problem


South Street, Philadelphia, August 1984.

The Defenestration of Prague
In the spring of 1618 the people of Prague were busy arguing over religion. Emperor Ferdinand II, a Catholic, had been doing things that the predominantly Protestant aristocracy didn't like, such as ordering the destruction of Protestant churches. So one fine day a delegation of these aristocrats, who were collectively known as the Bohemian Estates, ambled over to the Prague castle, seat of local government, laid their hands on two of the emperor's advisors, named Vilem Slavata and Vaclav Borita (I've left out the diacriticals - forgive me), dragged them into the main hall of the castle, and threw them out a window.

It was three stories to the ground, and things didn't look good for Vilem and Vaclav, but something interesting happened. Catholic propagandists put out the word that angels swooped down to save them - and perhaps they did - but most people thought the two men landed on the spongy mass of a large manure pile. (Horse manure, for those of you who take an interest in these things.) Finding themselves not dead, Vilem and Vaclav immediately scuttled off to Vienna, where they complained to Emperor Ferdinand about their working conditions and those mean Bohemian Estates people.

The Defenestration of Prague, as it is called (to defenestrate is to throw somebody out a window - over the years there have been three events that came to receive the appellation Defenestration of Prague) was an opening salvo of the Thirty Years War, which devastated much of central Europe between 1618 and 1648 and, much later, led Bertolt Brecht to write Mother Courage.  (As is often the case with history, there are numerous versions of the defenestration tale, with variations particularly in the details. Here's a good story from a reputable source.)

So, a manure pile in seventeenth-century Prague. Are we shocked? We shouldn't be. That's what life was like back then, in the city as well as the country. We may presume that the manure was eventually carted away and spread on farmers' fields. It helps, by the way, if you wait until the manure is well rotted. That way you're not spreading around a lot of fecal bacteria.

Cities have always generated a good amount of waste, and getting rid of it has, I think, almost always been a problem that people prefer not to think about. As a consequence, problems remain unsolved, often for extraordinarily long periods of time, and solutions, when they become available, are often delayed in their implementation, partly because they're usually expensive, and partly because politicians, as a group, seem to prefer cutting ribbons on things like bridges. Ribbon cutting at a sewage treatment plant? Maybe the lieutenant governor should take this one.

Still, over the years there have been those who have studied the problems, developed solutions, and even (after the inevitable delay) implemented them. As with most topics in civil engineering, a good place to start is the Romans.

Cloaca Maxima
The Romans made an early start in the waste management business with something called the Cloaca Maxima, built sometime around 600 BC. The term Cloaca Maxima simply means Great Big Sewer, and it seems to have gotten its start as a flood-control system, channeling several streams that ran through the city. Very soon, however, the attractiveness of this system for the expeditious removal of waste must have become apparent, and in due course the city had a whole network of these channels.

On the issue of whether the primary goal was flood control or filth removal, see Ann Olga Koloski-Ostrow, The Archaeology of Sanitation in Roman Italy (2015) pp. 63-70. Her conclusion, on p. 70: "From the evidence, it seems clear that Rome's glorious cloacae were constructed primarily as culverts (for ground-water runoff), or what we usually call storm drains."

Rome's famous aqueducts, which brought fresh water from afar, were new arrivals compared to the Cloaca Maxima. The first one didn't show up until 312 BC. (The eleventh, and last, dates from 226 AD.)

It seems that, early on, the sewers were open trenches in the middle of the street. There were a number of downsides to this design. First was the stench. Second, there was the temptation to throw any and all trash into the sewer. Think about it. Would you rather load up all your household trash and haul it to a dump at some distance, or maybe drag it down to the Tiber? Or would you rather dump it into a trench in the middle of the street in front of your house? Talk about a labor-saving device. Unfortunately, this meant that sewers were often clogged by more solid waste than the available water could flush away.

South Street, May 1992.

Then some bright young Roman engineer got the idea to cover over the sewers. I can just hear the Roman people, at a cacophonous public meeting, asking again and again, "So where are we supposed to throw our trash now?" And we're still trying to come up with a good answer to that question.

Personally, I think if you can't throw your solid waste into a trench in the street, the next best thing is to throw it into the middle of the street. And that's what the Romans did. In fact, they developed the bad habit of throwing their waste - both solid and liquid - out the window, saving themselves the rather unpleasant task of carrying a chamber pot down several flights of stairs (Romans who weren't rich generally lived in multistory apartment buildings). They were particularly fond of doing this at night - Rome didn't have any street lights, so if you dropped your bucket of used Kentucky Fried Chicken on somebody's head, chances were the person wouldn't know which apartment it came from. (See Lionel Casson, Everyday Life in Ancient Rome, 1998, p. 40.)

Oddly, the residents of the Five Points neighborhood in New York City were handling their trash pretty much the same way, 2,000 years later. Here's historian Tyler Anbinder on conditions before the Civil War:

"New York streets were reputed to be the dirtiest in antebellum America. For decades citizens had thrown their garbage into the gutters, hoping that scavenging pigs would eat the mess or that rain would wash it away. Homeowners were supposed to sweep garbage into piles for the city to cart away, but the carts never came. As a result, street traffic mashed this household refuse together with the droppings of horses and other animals to create an inches-thick sheet of putrefying muck, which when it rained or snowed became particularly vile. Only when city fathers feared an outbreak of cholera in 1832 did the city properly clean its streets for the first time. When the workers chopped and scraped the sludge off, revealing the paved streets below, an old woman who had lived in New York all her life purportedly asked: 'Where in the world did all those [paving] stones come from? ... I never knew that the streets were covered with stones before.'" (Tyler Anbinder, Five Points, 2001, p. 82.)

Old habits die hard.

So what, exactly, were the old Romans throwing into the street? Well, certainly their trash stream would have looked different from the trash stream in a modern American city like Philadelphia. No plastic, for starters. No paper - it was unknown in the West - so no cardboard boxes or newspapers. All the glass and plastic bottles, tin and aluminum cans, and Styrofoam and Tupperware containers would have been absent. In their place would be broken clay pots.

As for food waste, there was likely less than we have today. Like many pre-modern societies, the Romans seem to have had a tendency to eat everything in sight - the poor because they were hungry, and the rich because they could.

I think the vast majority of what lay on Roman streets was human and animal waste, and ashes from the charcoal braziers that Romans used to keep warm (well, warmish) in the winter, with a few table scraps thrown in, and a sprinkling of broken clay pots, along with other worn-out household items.

And so how did all this muck get off the street? Well, sometimes it rained, and some of it would be washed into the sewers and off to the Tiber. And then sometimes a guy would come along with a cart and shovel the muck into the cart and carry it away.

This was clearly a disruptive activity. Rome's streets were narrow, twisty, and, on the hills, steep. They were also "forever jammed," as Professor Casson puts it. "Julius Caesar faced up to the situation and passed a law banning all wheeled vehicles from dawn to dusk," thereby making Rome a pedestrian priority city on every street, at least during the day; "the only exceptions were the carts that carried in materials for the erection of public buildings and carried out debris from demolitions connected with these, and the carts that hauled away the refuse of the street cleaners." (Pp. 44-45.)

So the trash trucks could run 24/7.

Casson adds, "The law was enforced for centuries and applied in all the other cities of Italy, not merely Rome." (Pp. 45.) (For an English translation of Julius Caesar's Law on Municipalities of 44 BC, click here. For an online story that covers waste and pollution in the Roman empire, click here.)

So who did the garbage men work for? An interesting question. Although Rome had crews of city workers to clear clogged sewers, no such organization existed to clean the streets and cart the refuse away. City officials known as aediles were responsible for overseeing the repair and cleaning of the streets, but actually carrying out the work was the responsibility of the owners of the properties next to the street, the "abutters," as they are commonly called in American law. (See Koloski-Ostrow, pp. 80-81.)

In Philadelphia, we still have this arrangement for the repair and cleaning of sidewalks. It doesn't work very well, and I expect the system in Rome worked about the same.

Okay. Enough about ancient Rome. Let's jump ahead to Paris, just before the French Revolution.


South Street, May 1985,

Paris
The Fontaine des Innocents, the oldest monumental fountain in Paris, stands in the Les Halles district not far from the Centre Pompidou. It marks the place of a very old burying ground, the Cimitiere des Innocents.

This old graveyard was a terrible place. We think of cemeteries as tranquil places where each of the deceased has a spacious plot with a marker. The Cemetery of the Innocents was a different kind of place. In use since at least 1186, it was horribly overcrowded, with many mass graves and also many shallow graves. Think of it as a mosh pit for dead people.

These conditions were well known, and complained about, but very little beyond lip service was done until one day in 1780, when the proprietor of a restaurant adjacent to the cemetery went to his basement to retrieve a few bottles of wine. He was overwhelmed by an awful stench. He soon discovered that his basement had acquired some new tenants: An overcrowded mass grave just beyond his basement wall had applied so much pressure that the wall failed, and the grave spilled a pile of corpses in various stages of decomposition into the wine cellar. (I first ran across this story on page 159 of Shelley Rice's Parisian Views, a simply wonderful book that was published in 1997 and is mainly about photography. For an online story, click here.)

Zut alors! Time to do something. And indeed, the corpses were evicted and the Paris Catacombs were born, repurposing an old quarry as the final, final resting place for the many bones retrieved from the Cemetery of the Innocents and a number of other cemeteries. (You can tour the Catacombs. The entrance is not terribly far from the Jardin du Luxembourg.)

Paris was quite an old city when this happened. It had a lot of old buildings, and a lot of old infrastructure. Paris started building its sewer system in the middle ages, initially with open trenches in the middle of the street (just like the Romans). The first underground sewer was completed in 1370, under the rue Montmartre.

And of course Paris was about to enter the nineteenth century, with the industrial revolution, its factories, its railroads, and a huge expansion of the city's population as people poured in from the countryside seeking a better life - from half a million in 1801 to 2.7 million in 1901.

As the nineteenth century progressed, it rapidly became apparent that the old Paris required some renovation.

The heavy lifting came under the Second Empire (1852-1870). It was then that the emperor, Napoleon III, appointed Georges-Eugene Haussmann as prefect of the Seine; Haussmann served in that role from 1853 to 1870 and during that time effectively transformed the city of Paris.

Mr. H is best known for his work above ground - the boulevards and parks and squares, the apartment buildings, the iron-and-glass version of Les Halles, the Opera Garnier.  He also rebuilt the sewers and the water supply, ably assisted by Eugene Belgrand. They reportedly doubled the supply of water and expanded the Paris sewer system fourfold. (Here's a well-footnoted article on Haussmann's work in Paris.)

Haussmann and Co. certainly did the heavy lifting, but they didn't finish the job. In particular, they left behind them a highly dysfunctional waterway, called the Bievre (Beaver River). It's something of a cognate to the Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn - a small waterway that noxious industries glommed onto early. As Luc Sante describes it in The Other Paris (2015):

"It was for a long time a sewer, collecting the outflow of abattoirs and hospitals as well as households, and its water was used by the tapestry manufacturers of the Gobelins along with tanners, dyers, and curriers of leather. Those uses destroyed the Bievre, turning it into a festering source of epidemics, creating immense mires of brackish mud on its edges, and polluting it irredeemably. 'Colored in every hue, yellow, green, red, ferrying noisome offal right alongside us, slimy, virtually immobile, nauseating, with a texture like clotted blood, with no reflections on its surface on a cloudy day, with heavy clumps of greenish foam slowly sliding by,' observed Georges Cain in 1908." (Pp. 106-107.)

The Bievre had been canalized by 1844, and the next logical step was to cover it over - bury the body, as it were. This task began around 1874, proceeded in a leisurely way, and was not complete until well into the twentieth century.

Today there are actually hopes that sections of the Bievre in Paris can be daylighted (that is, have the cover removed), creating a pleasant water feature and undoubtedly boosting local real estate values.

Sante also describes the ragpickers of Paris, who actually put a dent in the city's solid waste stream. Ragpickers (or rag-and-bone men, or scavengers) "collected not only rags and paper but also dead animals. The rags and paper were used for making paper and cardboard; bones went toward the manufacture of charcoal and blacking; broken glass was remelted; animal hides were tanned and the hair bought by wig makers." (Sante, p. 59.)

Ragpickers had been around in Paris since time immemorial, but during the nineteenth century their life became progressively tougher as the city worked on raising its game. A turning point came in 1884, when Eugene Poubelle, the prefect of the Seine, decided that city workers would collect the trash, and homeowners would get trash cans with lids and keep their trash in the cans until it was picked up. "Poubelle" to this day continues to be the French word for trash can. (Sante, p. 59.)

Scavenging is of course a worldwide phenomenon that probably dates back to the beginnings of trash. I found a very interesting article on the subject (to see it, click here) and I'm grateful to it for giving me my title - New York City used scows, a specialized kind of barge, to transport waste to dumping sites. Scow trimmers were allowed to scavenge the waste on the barge. (See page 14 of the article.)

I think of scavenging as proto-recycling.

There are new things in the world of waste - plastic, for instance - but it amazes me just how far we can trace back a lot of the components of our current system of waste management.

40th & Walnut, October 1984.

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"Send it to the Schuylkill!" It's a Philly tradition. A boy's mama hands him a small bag of trash - table scraps, maybe a tin can or two - and the boy dutifully walks to the corner and pops it down into the storm drain, where its contents are promptly eaten by rats. Sometimes, I suppose, the bag and the tin cans actually make it to the Schuylkill.

Similar activities were taking place in the Subura neighborhood in Rome 2,000 years ago.

I'd like to think that education can help here. It's true that we're fighting against some very old habits passed down through many, many generations. And we still must contend with the continued disinterest of our leadership. But, yes, I think that education can help.

Philadelphia's Fairmount Water Works is located on the Schuylkill River not far from the Philadelphia Museum of Art. The Water Works dates from 1812, and it's no longer operational. Instead, it teaches school groups about the Philadelphia watershed. I visited a couple of years ago, and I learned a lot.

You might think you can't do education in an operating plant, but there's a waste treatment facility on Newtown Creek in New York City that has a visitor center, again mainly for school groups, that covers the trip that water takes, from how it gets to your home to how it gets cleaned and given back to Mother Nature.

There's a whole movement toward engaging people with facilities and operations that we have, in the past, generally sought to hide. For an article on this, click here.

But education can't do it all. We need to rethink the basic design of our processes. And I know precisely where to start: the sidewalk. The Romans, 2,000 years ago, threw their trash into the street. Then, if a rainstorm happened along, some of it would get washed down into the sewers and off to the Tiber. And the rest of it might get swept up and carted away. Or maybe not.

How far have we progressed from that model? Well, the trash cart is motorized, as are the street sweeping trucks. And garbage now goes into plastic bags instead of sitting naked on the street.

(Most of the time. And yes, before plastic bags there were garbage cans. And, yes, we do classify our trash and recycle. The Romans clearly saw their trash stream as an undifferentiated mass; but then almost all of it was biodegradable, so separating it made less sense than it does now.)

We need some new ideas. Here's one candidate: New York City recently proposed commandeering a few parking spots and placing large, secure trash receptacles there, replacing the plastic bags on the sidewalk. I think this idea, which is not entirely new, may have legs.

An older new idea is located on Roosevelt Island in New York. It essentially involves moving trash through underground pipes attached to a gigantic vacuum cleaner. The system on Roosevelt Island has been there for nearly half a century, and the manufacturer reports that it has about 800 of these installed at various locations around the world. So, a proven concept. But probably a long-term fix.

South Street, December 1985.

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