Reality is a harsh wakening. Construction on the Sagamore Bridge slowed us to a 3 mph for 40 minutes. Once we got inside the city limits, it only took four stop lights before we witnessed the first act of roads age between an 18-wheeler and a taxi (totally the taxi's fault). A police officer briefly stopped all traffic through the intersection while the two drivers sorted it out.
On the upside, Spring has made a lot of progress on our street. Our "privacy screens" have returned in full force.
