From an upstairs window.
My car. Compare with the final photo, below.
Barrington Road (my street).
The trench I helped to dig across said street. When my neighbor started to dig in my direction, I found that I couldn't say 'no.' (Or, 'what's the point exactly?').
The same intersection on Sunday (trench is at right).
My wife Sharon walking our dog Bucky. Well . . . carrying.
Indeed, the cars should go slowly to avoid the playing children.
Another neighborhood intersection, with evidence that some
fool brave soul has managed to drive through it.
Explanation for my aching shoulders and back (and goofy sense of accomplishment).