My baked beans to fill potholes
To the editor:
Whose pothole is it? This is the newest debate here in New Hampshire. We’ve always had them; everyone who travels in a vehicle anytime close to spring knows the definition, only these days— just like anything else that gets any amount of discussion — who takes the blame for them and gets them fixed?
It’s the “usual journey” that a person must take in trying to get one of these “teeth looseners” filled up. One would arrive at the conclusion that, if it’s “state owned” but doesn’t receive any attention, as a New Hampshire resident perhaps a visit to the pothole in question, armed with your own fill, may be the only way to say, “Goodbye, hole!”
My family would agree that if I took a bucket of my “home-baked beans” to fill up any one of these sites, the problem would be gone for good — at least from our kitchen.
Many will want to know the source of the amazingly hard material that the Greenfield woman invented for potholes. My patent: I can’t cook for beans.
Something creative must be done soon. Welcome, spring!