On Sunday the neighbor across the street was taken away in an ambulance. Don’t worry. It didn’t seem to be a serious emergency, because the EMS guy had time to saunter around the yard, kicking at snow, and to pause and sigh before he started up the engine. As if to say, “This weather, man, am I right?”
Not thirty minutes later a Burger King delivery car pulls up to the house and the driver brings a white bag of food up the walk.
The door opens; a hand emerges; the bag is gone.
BK Driver saunters, sighs, etc. etc. this weather. Drives off.
(Our front window is the better than any television channel.)