This past weekend brought a rather nasty cold spell that left the temperatures hovering around 7° F. Jeez, I hate to even think about venturing outdoors when it’s in the single digits, but Sunday morning saw me out and about twice.
At 7:30am, I headed to Ginger’s Ale House on Ashland where I joined Alan and the rest of the soccer fans to cheer on Manchester United as they played Manchester City. For those who are going, huh?… let me clarify: we like to watch the original football- English Premier League soccer matches. Being a fan of soccer for a long time, Alan got me to join him to cheer on his favorite team a couple of years back. As a result, I became hooked, and now will get up at what Rick and Alan’s wife Erin call ‘ungodly’ hours to go watch the Red Devils (hopefully) kick ass.
This Manchester derby match was particularly poignant this Sunday, as it was the 50th anniversary of the Munich air disaster, where a plane crashed as it was taking off and killed 23 people on board, 8 of whom were Man United’s Busby Babes. A victory over Man City would have been a fitting cap to the tribute that was held. Alas, not so much, as they lost 2-1, and fell to second place in the Premiership.
After the match, I returned home and coaxed Rick out of bed and out to brunch at M Henry, one of our favorite Andersonville breakfast spots. The food was amazing: Rick had the apple and brie french toast, and I had the shrimp, asparagus and mushroom omlette with lobster sauce and salmon caviar. I also had a chance to see an old college alum of mine, Dan, who manages the front of house there. Definitely worth the trip into the deep freeze.
The only sour point of the excursions, besides the biting wind that cut through my jeans and nearly burnt my lips, was the fact that Rick and I had to dodge the occasional strip of sidewalk that some lazy git didn’t bother to shovel or salt, and with the fluctuating temps had become dangerous sheets of ice. It cracks me up, the crazy fucks of this city: they will spend hours cleaning out a parking spot and loading it with signs and junk to protect it, but the sidewalk in front of their home? Not a chance. And these sheets of ice are dangerous. One good spill and it’s a leg cast for 12 weeks like my friend Steven.
I think the most blatant example of this is actually on my block, where the owners of a building actually shoveled from their front door to the walk beside their house, but left the strip in front completely untouched. What a good neighbor, so concerned for himself but screw the rest of the block. As clumsy as I am, I’m so afraid of slipping and breaking something. However, if I do, they are so paying for the ER visit.
Rick and I are so conscientious of making sure the front of our building is clear, and the last time he shoveled he even cleared a path in front of the empty house to the left. “At the very least, our mail carrier will appreciate the path,” he reasoned, and I couldn’t agree more. I know we appreciated it on the way to M Henry. And even if they didn’t think about it at the time, I’m sure every person who walks down the block and manages to make it across some lazy home owner’s sidewalk ice trap looks ahead and is thankful for the path that is clear ahead.