This is Highland Avenue in the Highland Park neighborhood of Pittsburgh. A snowy street scene, so what? Take a closer look, maybe click on the photo to enlarge it. People have saved their on-street parking spots with folding tables, one of which has been knocked on its side. But there's a little convertible sportscar buried in the closest snow-mound. It's buried deep, too, in heavy snow tainted with road salt.
I always think it would be nice to keep my country place up north and maybe have just a small condo in the city, probably here in the East End. But if you live in the city, you have to get off-street parking. The snowplow is like death itself; it is not impressed with your credentials. It does not discriminate, and all come to stand before it powerless in the end. The snowplow doesn't care if you drive a $50,000 sportscar or a motorized wheelbarrow; it buries all vehicles equally.
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