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| 8/3/25 7:20 p.m., Maple Leaf neighborhood |
This sketch probably looks like many others I’ve made, with one exception: It was 7:20 p.m. on a Sunday evening. I had been quietly enjoying The Great British Baking Show after dinner as I occasionally do, when suddenly the floor started shaking and the windows vibrating from jackhammering on the street. Although it hadn’t rained in weeks, a small river was forming on the pavement in front of the house a few doors down.
After I made this hasty sketch from my front porch, I went down to ask a worker what was going on: a broken water main. “Happens all the time,” he informed me, gesturing toward “these old pipes are everywhere.” In response to my remark of consternation, he said, grinning, “One of these days it’ll be your house.”
I thanked him for his reassurance and went back to my no-longer-quiet Sunday evening.
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