Fair enough, but it's not the permitted activities that are the problem... it's the non-permitted (and even illegal) activities that are the problem. (Again, drunks, riff-raff, hood rats, gang-bangers and crack-heads.) I'm no physician, but when you pretty much live on a streetcorner, and consume a quart of Kentucky-D every hour or so, you're going to have to go at some point.
Where's a crack-head or drunk go to the bathroom when these toilets are removed? I'll tell you, because I know it first-hand. They go in your back alley, or worse yet, right out front. Even on your neighbor's house. And it's not always that quick number one we're talking about. (Nothing like seeing your neighborhood drunk defacate on your neighbor's house... A happy Memorial Day it was!).
But then again, this guy did it two doors down from his own house. "I really had to go..." he said. There likely could be a "portolet" on every corner in Cole and you'd still see "the regulars" doing their business in public.
Like looking forward to the changing of the leaves in fall, winter in Cole has a unique charm all its own.
