The other morning at 3:38 a.m. I was reading in bed and heard some kind of large truck on the street in front of the house. What could it be? Looking out the front bedroom window I could see some kind of truck and wondered if it was one of those flat-bed tow trucks come to repossess one of the neighbors' cars. Anything's possible in this economy.

But turned out it was a city truck and they were there to replace a burned out street light. It took just a few minutes to get up the pole via cherry picker and screw in the new bulb. I pictured them patrolling the streets looking for darkness while most of us are sleeping.

Then, the next morning, I heard choppers overhead. We still don't know what that was about, but a TV helicopter hovered over our street for 20 minutes.



I was glad the chopper got my attention, though, because the sunrise was just beautiful.