In the classic musical “Oklahoma,” a line in one of the songs describes the joy felt when “the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye.”
Which is all well and good, if you’re a farmer surveying your fields. It’s not so good, however, if you’re a Pueblo resident and the tall vegetation in question is made up of weeds rather than cash crops.
So it’s easy to sympathize with Manuel Aguilar, a 78-year-old East Side homeowner whose plight was detailed in a story in The Pueblo Chieftain this week. Aguilar lives next door to a vacant house with a yard that’s been overtaken by weeds.