Three days ago workers were walking through the neighborhood, stuffing flyers in front doors. It was information about road resurfacing, which would begin that very day. We were instructed not to park on the street and not to turn the car wheels if we weren’t moving until the new black surface had set.
Sounds easy enough. I leashed up the big dog for a walk, and by the time I looped around, the crew had put the first layer on. Uh-oh. Can we walk on the road? Do I need to stay on the grass?
Lots of yellow-vested road crews were at every intersection. They assured me the surface would be hardened enough to walk on. Good enough for me.
When we got to my driveway, we had to walk across a section that was just barely hardened. A worker said, “Go ahead.” I didn’t leave any footprints. But the Great Dane did. And now her paw prints are on the road surface, just like a kid who couldn’t resist stepping in wet cement.
In time, passing traffic may press it down and smooth the road out. But for the moment, everyone now knows where that big dog lives!
Waite for it... 