Biking around town, I'm again seeing numerous roofing crews, back at work on last summer's hailstorm damage after the long winter layoff. Notably, one of the crews was obviously and entirely dressed in what I'd consider Texas gear: big stetson hats, orange and red and yellow cowboy shirts, tight jeans, even cowboy boots - not exactly OSHA-approved roofing wear. What with the INS raids on meatpacking plants south and west of here, I wouldn't be surprised to hear about immigration agents here in Northfield.
Tuesday morning, as I headed in to work a bit earlier than usual, I came up on a big whitetail deer, trotting down Fourth Street, a couple blocks from the Arb, from whence it probably came. A car spooked it, though, and it vaulted away down a side street, deeper into the residential neighborhood. Bambi on the loose!