A stroll along the Industrial Riviera

I love my neighborhood: Today, when I was pushing McLaren in his stroller down my street, I heard the vague clicking of wheels on the sidewalk behind me, and I thought, "Hooray, another mom pushing a baby!" Then the clicking got louder and louder, and I turned around to take a look at who might be overtaking me, and lo and behold, it was not a mom and baby after all, but a homeless man pushing a shopping cart full of cans.