All this was happening outside YG's window, and they were still at it when she was shoveled into bed--with flashing yellow and red lights and yelling. So of course the child couldn't get to sleep, but knelt on her bed with her nose pressed to the window, as rapt as if she were watching Father Christmas make his rounds. Occasionally one of the hard-hat guys would wave or smile at her, and she was beatified.
I am still unclear as to the advantages of telephone poles, particularly in an area as seismically active as San Francisco. It may be the city girl in me, but they seem so un-urban. Gradually certain parts of the city are being "undergrounded," as PG&E calls it. But if they're investing in a brand new pole, I suspect our neighborhood is not going to be one of them.