Ice Rink

I'm not sure whose job it is to be dealing with the ice that forms after the snow melts and that resulting water freezes, but they need a talking to.

Incident 1. 12:03am Thursday, January 29th. Gasson Stairs

Coming out of call backs Jim hits the deck and an instant later I am sliding down the sidewalk as well. Not good.

Incident 2. 2pm Thursday, January 29th. Million Dollar Stairs

Huge thing of ice just waiting to take me out. Hand rails are a God send.

Incident 3. 1:20 Friday, January 30th. Beacon Street.

The whole damn thing is an ice rink. If I lived on the street I'd at least take care of the business in front of my apartment or whatever. Help me Jesus.

Incident 4. Probably that not too distant future.

Realization: Massachusetts was a bad choice.