Living in the Minneapolis city limits has many benefits–access to the beautiful parks and trails for one, views of the skyline, quick transit to any of the excellent food, music, beer, theater, comedy and art venues scattered throughout the place, plus short commutes for downtown work.
But snow emergencies go in the other column on the pros/cons sheet.
The city will make some money today because it’s lulled us into a sense of complacency by not declaring snow emergencies for several prior storms as big as yesterday’s.
Still, when your phone rings and the caller ID displays a neighbor’s name you’re not expecting to hear from at 8:15, you pick it up. And when he tells you a nice man is backing his flatbed up to your truck, action is the thing you spring into.
What you’re wearing, whether you’ve showered or combed your hair, who’s watching and what they’re going to say, all recede to the farthest reaches of significance.
When my ringing phone had my neighbor Don’s name displayed, and he provided the previous information, I bolted out the door sockless, jacketless, and 90% witless—but the ten percent I took was enough to convince Mr. Tow to let my Dakota go. Which is key because nothing–nothing at all–spoils a day like standing around the impound lot waiting to part with 200 bucks so you can have your vehicle back to stick it ten feet from where it was three hours earlier, pointing the other direction.
So another benefit of city living–neighbors who are up, alert, and ready to spare you a lot of wasted time and money. Thanks Don!