The Urban Pantheist bemoans Stupid Day, a.k.a., Labor Day:

... Stupid Day, in case you missed my posts from past years, is when a quarter of a million young people flood into the city and don't leave for eight months or so. Tragically, many of them bring their automobiles. The result is a small city that feels infinitely more congested, impatient, and yes, stupid. It makes us year-round Bostonians appreciate the summer so much. We appear to have made it through Stupid Day without the traditional crashing of a moving van into a low clearance overpass on Storrow Drive, but I can personally attest to the decorating of all side streets near colleges (that's the whole city pretty much) with double parked cars and trucks. ...

Meanwhile, over at B0st0n LiveJournal, people are comparing notes on what they picked up off the street this weekend, a.k.a., Allston Christmas 2008:

found so far:

a table of the Pier One-esque sort of style, a large 3-drawer sterlite container (where the drawers are 24"x12"x8"; that size), a really kicky leather 70s bowling ball bag, a new office trash basket, and a 2'x8' faux sheepskin rug (I ran it through the washer with the stuff I use on the cats' bedding).

On Saturday, I found about $100 worth of wooden hangers, and dvds. ...

I had a lovely time shopping for cycling clothes at Landry's on Comm Ave. It was totally dead - so the staff were quite attentive. On my way to and from there I saw more horrible driving, parking, and clueless parents scratching their heads not understanding why people get pissed when they park their SUV on a crosswalk today than I've seen in years past. Oh, and there was the family with their SUV on the crosswalk at Chester Street gesturing with disbelief at the giant scratch in their no longer pristine guzzler that likely was the result of parking too close to an intersection on a crosswalk and on a day when every jackass that shouldn't be driving a U-Haul is... with an attitude. There was the small moving truck (not a U-Haul) whose driver pulled up onto the sidewalk right under my living room window and idled for about 15 minutes. While doing so the guy in the passenger seat thought it was cool to chuck the empty Gatorade bottle out of the window. And now there's the dumping. Oh the dumping and how this crud will get spread around by soon to be wasted hordes who think that breaking it more and leaving it someplace down the block is okay. That's how my land lady has gotten ticketed with absolutely nobody moving in or out of our building at all.