Witness to history
It might, I suppose have been an hallucination, some kind of aura triggered by impending cardiac arrest from shoveling snow, but I swear that it was real and I saw it.
This morning, a city snowplow made its way up Plymouth Road.
Not only that, it turned and plowed Roselawn down the hill.
This is staggering. In twenty-three years on the block, I have seen a snowplow no more than two or three times, and only God has ever cleared Roselawn.