Wednesday, July 16, 2008

"A utility pole was smashed up pretty good..." [and we clearly harbor stellar journalists in the Steel City...]

Ah, the excitement and glamour of city living.

Last night a cavalcade of police cars, ambulances, firetrucks, and tow trucks raced up my street at 2 am, sirens blaring and lights flashing.

I ignored it as long as I could (although I did have to go pat Terzo who was crying and muttering in his sleep, "Peece cars, peece cars...") until I heard several neighbors outside in the street, speculating about the noise. Ever the nosey parker, I went outside. (Lemme tell you, you haven't lived until you've seen your neighbors in their sleepwear. Oy.)

It seemed the entire city police department was parked at the crest of the hill up my street. Four of us sauntered up the street to the action, because you KNOW police like nothing more than nebby neighbors getting in their way and standing around watching them work.

The car involved was unrecognizable, beyond totaled, yet people who live on the corner said they saw TWO people crawl out of the wreckage and be taken away in ambulances. A utility pole was snapped in three, the bottom part uprooted from the ground and the top piece tilted crazily against the brick duplex in which my friend O lives (she was apparently not at home).

"Witnesses said" (read: people who live on that corner) that they heard first the car, the sirens, gunshots, and then the crash. Terrific. I wonder if this will spur another episode of "We need to move to the 'burbs" in H? I hope not. I love my neighborhood, having written odes and love sonnets (no, not really, at least the sonnet part) to it in the past...and I love it more every day. And even this - well, it was oddly - fun - to hang out with my neighbors in the middle of the night and then go back to sleep with the police car lights still flashing in the distance and reflecting off the stop sign on the corner. I had an exciting email to write this morning to H, who slept through it all. And I'll be the first to admit that we city dwellers hold a strange pride (might I say hubris? I might...) in the idiocies and dangers we put up with to reap the benefits and cosmopolitanism of living amidst crime, poverty, and an iffy public school system. Hmmm, when I put it like THAT....

9 comments:

Shirty said...

DON'T MOVE TO THE SUBURBS!

Yours in hubris,

Shirty

Sarah Louise said...

Huh, I wonder if that's why there was a backhoe turning onto North St. Clair this morning as I was rushing off to the No. Hills. I heard nothing last night.

I'll have to check out da PG article...

yours in urban parkiness,

SL

Badger said...

Okay, well tell H that this kind of shit happens in my neighborhood ALL THE TIME, and it doesn't GET any more suburban than my neighborhood (masterplanned community, tons of parks, hike and bike trails, top-rated schools, have to drive everywhere because nothing is close by, etc.).

There are dumbasses EVERYWHERE, yo. Not just in the city.

Sarah O. said...

As usual, I agree with Badger.

HA! And you thought I was going to tell you to move to Lebo!

Also, my teeth only got to about 90% too. Alas, over the years they've gone back to 10%! The family orthodontist said I need to wear braces again for 2 years, the same amount of time I spent in them in my teens.

MsCellania said...

Ah, the things that go bump in the night.
Don't move.
You'll never have the guts to move back.

Joke said...

Or, do just what I do. Stock up on guns and send the kids to a Jesuit school.

-J.

catsteevens said...

Oooo, what excitement! I'd definitely be one of the nosey neighbors out there in my pjs :)

And I could only wish for an iffy public school system (ours is total crap).

Caro said...

I envy where you live. It sounds great.

Caro said...

And I meant that seriously just in case you thought I was being my usual smartass self.