While I always want more snow to ski on, I also want property owners to clear it off their sidewalks. And after they clear it, and the city plows more back on so there's parking for all the precious cars, I want it cleared again. This is one of the several properties along my commute that were ticketed when I submitted pictures to the Building Department. The Streets and Facilities Department didn't get ticketed for our uncleared sidewalks, nor did they clear private properties and bill the owners as it says in the city code they will do. But at least the streets are clear and there's plenty of parking.
I bet when Carl Sagan lived here, he shoveled diligently. The Upstate scrap metal tycoon can't be bothered now that he owns it. I've started throwing all the scrap metal I find on my commute over his wall.
City sidewalk. Free parking, difficult walking.
City sidewalk. At least you can drive 30 mph before hitting a pedestrian on the sharp curves at both ends of the stretch.
There used to be a day when hanging shoes on power lines meant something. Now, the students take it as their right to discard worn out footwear. The utility companies don't take them away with the lines when they put a new one up.
Did this tire look like this before the car was embedded in a snowbank, or did they try the Long Island School of Driving technique to get your car unstuck by burning the tire until all the snow is melted.
Stewart Avenue was passable.
More salt in five feet of sidewalk than I've used this winter on the two properties I clear.
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