Our street

As I said before, the morning walks that I take reveal a part of the city that you just don't get a chance to see in the daylight hours. But sometimes, when you are walking home after work, your husband calls you and tells you that your street is blocked off and three emergency vehicles are performing a mid-air rescue right in front of your apartment.

I rushed to get home to see what was actually happening, who was on fire or what was being rescued. After 20 minutes of waiting and watching, the rescue team had ridden up in their little fancy bucket, pulled out a bag and filled it with snow that was hanging precariously from a rooftop, then rode back down on their little bucket, not before stopping halfway down to chat with some girls who were hanging out the window watching the goings on.

We do not have many reports of robberies, shootings or stabbings, but it certainly makes me feel like I am living in Whoville when it takes a team of firemen and three trucks to knock off the most deadly of offenders...low hanging snow clumps.