We got 8 inches of snow early this week in Atlanta, more outside the perimeter. That's not much by Chicago standards, but Atlanta doesn't have a fleet of snowplows and didn't salt the roads in advance. This town's a parking lot, and OTP is one giant truck stop. My neighborhood's a hill, and apparently our driveway is at an inflection point on the curvature of the hill. That's why the police blocked off the street at our building. Not taking this for granted, I have friends who can't get out of their houses, even on foot. I can walk to a Super Target and a noodle shop if I take my time. I'm likely to fall, but I can get there.
There were a couple of guys hanging around with grade-school grins on, so I made conversation. "Did you see that fall?", they asked me with a nervous excitement. If you peer closely enough, you can almost make out this little fringe of white around the rooftop over the car in the "No Parking" space. That's a glacier, creeping its way off off the corrugated tin roofing in slabs a foot square and an inch thick. They warned me not to get too close. I responded with "yeah, that must be why this is a 'No Parking' zone" and then popped out my camera to catch the next drop on video. One of the guys said, "Yeah, that's my car".
I went back to work.