Where The Sun Don't Shine

We’ve had some delightful temperatures here in the last week or two. Although the river went over its banks one day (we have dikes that protect us against flooding), the lower temps at night have kept snow melt under control and the river has not gone much higher than 16 feet since then.

It’s a bright day now and not only are the curbs clear (which we never would have imagined just a few weeks ago), but there’s no hint of the two storms – one very bad and the other just your usual winter snow.

Except where the sun don’t shine. There are places on our street which are always in the shade; there are places on our street where the city and the college dumped large piles of the snow/ice mixture. Not surprisingly, there are places on our street with three-foot solid piles of something thick enough to sink the Titanic. Assuming, of course, you could get the Titanic up North Franklin Street.

Around the city, you can still see piles large and small; at this time of year, the sun never reaches those locations. As it comes northward, they will be basking-places for dogs, cats, squirrels and any other of God’s creatures. College students included.

My brother says it’s nice that we don’t get snow in August, because it’s too hot to shovel. But these days, there are people in t-shirts picking the stuff up and it does look rather odd, a little out of place. Usually, they’re all bundled up, not looking as if they are on their way to the athletic fields to practice baseball.