Bulldozers On Ice

How does one get paid for blogging? I'd sure like to figure that one out.

It's 4:35am, East Coast time and I am wide awake. Why you ask? Well, while living on Main Street is oh so charming, what with all its cute pawn shop store fronts, empty buildings and Frank Sinatra playing over the speaker system, it is also a testing ground for those of us who prefer to sleep when it is dark out. In the summer months, I either wake up to find men, looking like Robert DeNiro, putting up community banners across Main Street or I wake up to the sounds of the street washer trucks. I am sure there is a more appropriate name for them, I just don't know what it is.

But in the winter, oh in the winter, (sense the excitement) I get to wake up to bangs and thugs of heavy equipment scraping and lifting and hauling snow from the sidewalks and streets below my third floor window. With reverse alarms beeping and blades screeching and that scraping, god the scraping, like 10 nails down a chalk board.

I do appreciate the effort these men (or women) put forth, for pete's sake it is only, what 9degrees out this morning. They deserve a free breakfast from John Williams Euro Deli just around the corner. Hmm.. I'm up, maybe I should go get me some grub.

And to watch them all from above, it looks like some finely tuned choreographed musical of heavy equipment - bulldozers and snowplows and dump trucks - moving in and out and backwards and forwards all with the same momentum and goal. Bulldozers on Ice I shall call this show. A 4yr old little boys (and the local rednecks) dream. The snow could be anything - sand, dirt, mud, snow - all those trucks look like one hell of a good time when they are all playing nicely together. One big happy sandbox, or in this case, snow box.

Kinda makes me want to call the DOT and ask how long it takes to get me one of them licenses so maybe next winter I will be the one out there hauling away the heavy, white stuff, waking up unexpecting tenants who think living on Main Street is such a good idea.