Woodworking: I'm dreaming of a repaired sidewalk, just like the one I used to know
About a decade ago, soon after I began writing this column, I opined that the sidewalk in front of our house needed replacing.
A new acquaintance, Bill Smith, commiserated with me as did several other readers, one of whom wrote to the Journal, that it took him 10 years to persuade the city to replace his crumbling curb.
"Just have patience," he counseled.
Most agreed that I didn't have the chance of a snowball in hell to move the city to act.