Overnight the streets were sprinkled with prognosticating signs. No, not prognosticating--PROMISING! Imagine our excitement. STREET SWEEPER COMING!
This is not something that happens every day. I can't remember the last time we were promised a street sweep. But between 10 and 2? Couldn't they be more specific? You could waste the better part of a day waiting at the window.
They split the difference. At about noon came the heartening rumble. I ran to grab my camera. I probably could have walked. It was easily doing 3 mph.
Not one, but two steering wheels.
And the magical whirly street-sweeping bits.
It was an excellent sweep. And on Groundhog Day too.