Two dudes trudging down my street – by no means a major thoroughfare – at 2 a.m. One is carrying a small plastic bag. Drizzle is falling and freezing to the crust of ice and snow that already covers everything. I'm wondering, as a homeowner and grumpy middle-aged guy, what these two guys are doing walking down my street at 2 a.m.
The dog is galloping across the yard and leaving no footprints whatsoever in the hard crust on the ground. I realize the morning drive is going to be oh-so-special in a few hours.
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