Saluda wants a streetscape plan. The sidewalks are cracked and sinking, and it only makes sense to bury utility wires and make things pretty while redoing the concrete. Such plans often include street furniture, but lights obscure the night sky and add to the global carbon footprint; tree grates become receptacles for cigarette butts; benches become lounges for aggressive panhandlers; and small trash cans walk while big ones are ghastly expensive, and either way they become alternatives to personal trash collection with its fees.

While I’m on the topic of downtown streetscapes, I’m still trying to get up enough nerve to interact pedestrianly with urban fenestration. (I’m working up my moves.)