Out my window is Pleasant St., a residential street with trees, which is also Rt 60, the chief local east-west thorofare and a veritable museum of trucks. The people who have to *drive* on it (I don't) are remarkably patient; probably they do so regularly & are worn down. Rewarding the virtue of patience, within half a mile on either side of me, are a fire station, an elementary school, an old folks' home with a raised crosswalk & stoplight, and a funeral home.

My house is at the foot of a smaller street. 120 years ago, when this house was some magnate's mansion, it probably made the magnate feel grand to live in a house on a hill with an avenue leading to it. It has since been clapboarded with white plastic & divided into six small apartments.