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Our family has been recycling religiously for the last twenty-five or so years now. However, as of late, we’re not sure if we’re going to continue the tradition since Georgetown has, again, changed what they will and will not recycle.
It used to be that any paper products, cardboard boxes, glass, cans, the usual recyclable trash, could go into the blue bins, including trash bags full of recyclables. My husband and I noticed a change about a year ago.
The garbage men started taking the trash bags out of the bin and sitting them next to it, leaving them behind. They emptied any stray pieces (without discrimination) of recyclables inside the bin, though.
My husband called and asked what the problem was. “Why are the trashmen taking the trash bags out and leaving them behind?”
Georgetown Sanitation responded that the problem would be remedied and it was.
The next incident took almost a year and a phone call later when our recycling bin (the blue bin) was broken up. It was so broken, it looked abused and trampled on by a herd of elephants, baby elephants at the very least. The city brought us a new one, but failed to take the old broken (up) one with them.
My husband put signs on it “Please take with the recyclables” or “Please take me with you.” These notes were on large pieces of paper and taped to the outside of the bins. Finally, he called and told the office what was happening. The bin was picked up the following trash pick-up day.
A few months later, and just recently, our trash bags were taken out of the bin and bought back up the driveway. They placed them next to the large green trash bin used for regular trash. They did take the stray trash pieces (again), though.
This time, I didn’t waste anytime, I called Georgetown Sanitation and they sent someone right out to me.
“I’m so sorry for the inconvenience,” Jamie said apologetically. He was very sweet about it as he explained, “We’ve recently hired special needs people and they will not take the trash bags. They will only take what’s in the bin that they can visually see is recyclable.”
“But they’re recyclables, too,” I insisted. “Look in the bags, it’s all paper products, plastic bottles, glass, etc.”
Jamie handed me a refrigerator magnet that reads as:
City of Georgetown Recycling Tips
- Fill your bin with recyclables:
Plastic bottles, aluminum cans, newspapers, paper, glass, cardboard boxes (folded and placed flat under bin)
- No plastic bags – return to the grocery store
- No pizza boxes, tires, paint cans, or fluorescent bulbs
- City does not collect e-waste (TV, computer, printers, etc)
I went through the list with him. “There are plastic bottles, as you can see, paper products, glass, as well. What is the problem?”
“Well, the paper plates have food particles on them and if you wash out the plastic bottles and containers, they’ll accept them, but they have to be able to see that they are washed out,” he answered.
I shook my head. “And, plastic bags? What’s wrong with them? It used to be the city used to pass out clear plastic bags and then stopped. The trash bag is a plastic bag and is recyclable...and pizza boxes are cardboard.”
“Yes,” he agreed, “but they cannot see everything in the trash bag and they are not going to dig through it. Pizza boxes have grease and food stuck on them so they won’t take that either. Like I said, they’re special needs so, they’re only going to take what they can get money for at the recycling center; it’s their call.”
Really? I want their job. They get paid to pick up the recyclables and they get to pick and choose what they’ll take so they can get more money at the recycling center.
I’m all for helping special needs. I even encourage it, however, this is crazy! A lot of recyclable trash is being tossed into the landfills because the trashmen cannot use it to get extra money for it.
I shook my head again as I thanked Jamie for his time. At least he cared enough to stop in and explain what was going on; for that I’m grateful. As I said, though, it’s getting to the point that it’s not worth it to recycle anymore. Georgetown has got to do better than this.
Social media has become the newest technological form of classifieds, announcements and communications. Local grievances can be aired and discussed openly. Recently, Jack Woodward, a retired resident of the Georgetown community posed this question: “When is someone going to address the shortage of parking spaces, handicap parking spaces, and wheelchair accessible businesses on front Street?”
I thought about that question for several hours, pondering what, if anything, I could offer to Jack’s thought provoking question. To anyone who lives in Georgetown, you understand what I mean when I say, “thought provoking.”
There’s already a shortage of spaces, but here, as of late, it seems they are no longer available all day long. It used to be parking was only allowed for two hours at a time during the hours of 9-5 Monday through Friday. Anyone overstaying would have been ticketed.
One of Georgetown’s professional photographers, Paige Sawyer, offered up that many of these parking places are filled with employees and business owners whereas in the past, they always parked on the side streets and behind the stores when available, thereby leaving the parking places on Front Street open for customers.
It’s been that way every since I can remember. I asked myself what changed? The answer is Officer Ricky Floyd. Officer Floyd patrolled Front Street like it was his own personal space. Many times I would come out of a store after having been inside for only 15 minutes to find my tires marked. I would often shake my head and think to myself that I’d been Floyded.
I called the police station and asked, “Where is Ricky Floyd? Who is patrolling Front Street now?”
I was told it was none other than my own favorite officer, Shelley Brantley. I laughed and left my number. I was pleased that Shelley called me back within minutes. I opened the topic to him.
“Yeah, I know,” he confessed. “I was reading that feed last night and thinking to msyelf I need to crack down.”
“Well, what happened, Shelley?” I inquired. “Ricky Floyd had that beat down to a science.”
I could almost see Shelley nodding his head in agreement. “Yes, he did. He was good at it, too, but Officer Floyd didn’t have the dog pound patrol to deal with too. I have to answer calls for them as well.
“Just like this morning, after reading that feed last night, I had decided I was going to stay on Front Street all day and mark the cars and pass out tickets, but then these calls came in and I have to go answer them.”
“So you need help,” I surmised. “You’re doing two jobs where Ricky only had the Front Street beat.”
Shelley gave a chuckle, but didn’t offer comment to my suggestion. Instead, he explained, “I will tighten up on them and they’ll get straight for a while and comply then they go back to their old ways again."
“I’ve tried talking to people because I don’t want to write them tickets. That will cost them money, but it looks like I’m going to have to be more proactive on this so don’t be surprised to see me walking around with my chalk stick marking cars.”
“What do you think the problem is?” I asked and then offered, “I think we need to put the signs back up. There used to be a sign every three or four parking places and now it is like one parking sign per block.”
“That and the other problem is the shop owners and employees who are parking on Front Street instead of the side streets like they were,” he answered without hesitation. That was just what Paige Sawyer said. Shelley went on, “Just like this morning, I marked a store owner’s car at 8:00 this morning. Here it is almost 11:00 and I’m turning down Front Street now...Yup, his car is still there. He hasn’t moved it at all.”
I pointed out another shop owner who parks in front of his store all the time now. Shelley agreed, he has seen him, too, and has asked him several times not to do that. We talked about the fines for their total disregard to the Front Street parking rule.
“The first three fines are only about $10,” Shelley answered. “Then it goes up to $50 and then $100 and keeps going up.”
After I wrote a page of notes, I asked about the second part of Jack Woodward’s question: the handicapped and accessible parking spaces and was told I had to address city council for that. I had already suspected that answer and so I put in a call to the Mayor, Brenden Barber, who is also the head of City Council.
As of yet, I have not heard back from him. He’s been at the high school with the children doing a training camp. Hopefully, he will get back to me at some point soon.
I also put in a call to a couple of City Councilmen. Councilman Al Joseph called me back within the hour. I explained the situation to him about parking places and the lack of handicapped spaces, as well as the lack of ramp or wheelchair accessibility.
“Well, honestly, we’ve always had problems with shop owners and employees parking on Front Street,” he answered. “I guess the problem continues. As for the handicapped, I never thought about it before.”
I went on to explain, “The the few spaces that are available are so small that if someone were to park and need to get their walker or wheelchair out, they wouldn’t be able to do it without beating up the car next to them. In addition, they would not have an access ramp.”
“Yes, now that I’m thinking about it, there are not a lot of handicap places to park and I certainly agree, it’s something we need to take a look at it,” Al stated. “We need to accommodate all in the community, including our handicapped and disabled residents.”
With that said, I asked about the next council meeting. I’m thinking I need to attend and follow up on this. I’ll do my best to make that meeting which is due this week.
If nothing else, we have Officer Shelley Brantley taking care of business along the main street in Georgetown. If not for the community, then for the tourist that would like to stop and shop along our historic district. If they can’t stop, they can’t shop.
We were sitting in the parking lot between McDonalds and the UPS Store waiting for my son to call when I noticed a new addition to the strip mall there: A Father’s Place. I pointed it out to my husband who only grunted.
“I wonder what that place is?” I mused offhandedly.
“They help fathers reconnect through a father’s engagement,” he answered remotely.
I glanced at him and said, “Your answer was too scripted. Where do you see that?”
My husband pointed at the van next to us that was covered in different pieces of information about this organization. I read the van and realized they were going to be a wonderful addition to our little hometown.
I promptly got out and went inside. After I introduced myself and explained what I do (write), I asked if I could get some information from them. I spoke with Katie Ball and Alfonso Smith who gave me great insight about this amazing program. Johnny Ford runs the place, which is one of six facilities statewide.
“We help fathers connect or stay connected to their children,” Katie explained. “We advocate for men and encourage engagement for a relationship between father and child. We help with visitation needs, parenting skills and with having a healthy relationship with their exes, as well.”
Alfonso added, “Most of our fathers are non-custodial parents so we try to counsel them in parenting and co-parenting, economic stability, personal development, child support and visitation, counsel in employment and even employment placement all to maintain and have healthy relationships.”
“And we do graduation ceremonies four times a year,” Katie included.
Johnny Floyd, who runs this branch, showed me a pamphlet of their last graduation. It is a lot like you would find at a high school graduation and awards ceremony which also includes a guest speaker.
A Father’s Place serves all of Georgetown, Horry, Marion, and Williamsburg Counties without fees or charges to the father’s. They also have a website “Fathers 365.” For those who want assistance, they can find them at 1412 Highmarket Street. I hope this gets passed around as this is a wonderful addition to the Georgetown community and is desperately needed.
I have become a frequent customer at Beanz Coffee Shop on the corner of Wood and Church Street. Jim Bailey is the owner and proprietor of the store. I remember when he first opened he told me how he got the place at a steal.
“Which was good,” he said of his buying the building. “I needed that extra cash to renovate. I had to completely tear down the building and rebuild from the ground up.”
“So you bought it from one of the Greene brothers?” I asked, knowing that at one time, they owned the place.”
“No, I bought this from the guy who runs the nail salon in Walmart,” he answered. “He tried to get me to buy it at a much higher price and I kept turning him down until he got to a price I could handle.”
For what it’s worth, he’s really done a nice job with the place. I would not have thought it possible to do what he’s done to make it suitable to sell perishables. He seems happy and has built quite a clientele since opening.
While waiting for my own coffee (iced vanilla and caramel), I asked, “Why did you choose a coffee shop to open?”
“I don’t know,” he answered with a laugh. “My girlfriend, Amy Self, works at the hospital and I would drive by this corner every time I came to town to visit her. One day I decided to buy it. I just thought it would make a nice coffee shop.”
So far, he’s right. I love his coffee and I try to treat myself at least once a week. Jim is trying to expand his business to include a little sandwich shop as well. Something that’s quick and easy for those of us on the go and need to keep on moving along.
If you haven’t been by Beanz, you should stop in and try him out. He serves both hot and cold coffee. Also look for the upcoming changes and be sure to tell him Cranky sent you. Welcome to Georgetown, Jim!
My husband and I were having lunch at one of my favorite eateries in Georgetown: Thomas Café on Front Street. I love this quaint little diner. Although the restaurant is usually full of locals and tourists, this morning, however, it was littered with only locals.
We popped in to find Virginia, a regular, as the only dine-in customer sitting in the back at her favorite antique wooden booth. Chrissy Thompson was just leaving from picking up a take-out order as we came in. We spoke briefly about my new granddaughter and, also, my new post as a columnist for GAB News. We did wish each other a good day as we seated ourselves in the corner at a table for two followed by greeting the waitresses, Livvy and Des (not to be interchanged with Desi).
We asked after Kelly, another waitress who is currently out on medical leave. “She’s doing a little better,” Livvy answered and talked some on how her leg is mending.
“Where’s Ashley?” I asked and noted that for the last few visits to Thomas’ Ashley has been noticeably absent.
“She’s off today,” Livvy stated as she headed back to work.
Shortly thereafter, we realized it was 11:00 on the nose because Catherine came in for lunch. Daily, you can find Catherine sitting at her little two-seated table by the lunch counter between the hours of 11-2 pm. All of the locals who come in to eat know that is her table.
Barry Price and his wife followed in behind Catherine. As Barry and I discussed my possibly doing an interview with him for the Meet Georgetown segment of my blog, it dawned on me how much of a home-style local hangout Thomas Café is. It has such a casual and laid-back atmosphere that I thought nothing of offering him some of our onion rings and likewise, he thought nothing of it, either. It’s just something you do in polite company at Thomas’.
I was reveling in the simplicity of this nostalgic restaurant when Phil Brady came in and sat at the table next to us. Phil is one of my favorite subjects. I realized I left my camera at home when I went to snap my usual picture of him. I almost always take a picture of Phil whenever we bump into one another in town.
“There you go, Michelle,” Barry says to me from across the restaurant, “There’s a good subject to write on.”
“Who?” Phil and I both asked in unison.
“You – Phil,” Barry said with a motion in Phil’s direction.
“I’ve already written about Phil,” I replied. “I wrote about Phil a long time ago.
(I guess that means I’m back to writing about Barry)
Phil and I chatted a few minutes about his next magic adventure. Being a local talent, he likes to travel (by train or car) to different magic events and perform.
Thomas Café is known for their Shrimp N’ Grits with a side of Southern Fried Green Tomatoes. That just happened to be what I ordered for lunch. As I was about to dive in, I turned to our table-neighbor and asked about his next show.
“There’s a Winter Carnival in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, on March 8th,” he answered as he opened his newspaper. “There will be four of us going together.”
“Train?” I asked simply.
With a smile, Phil answered, “No, we’re driving. We’ll leave the night before and drive up there.”
We all talked to each other without haste or worry and just enjoyed our lunch together like one would in a home filled with old friends. As we were finishing up our meal, I sat back and, again, thought about the simplicity of this restaurant. Yes, it’s absolutely lost in time, but that’s part of its charm, its allure: the simple nostalgic era of the early twentieth century.
How wonderfully and beautifully amazing this place is, Thomas Café.