The chainsaws started around 8:30 AM last Friday. I’m used to the sounds of daytime construction in my neighborhood, they don’t call it “Cobble Hill” for nothin’. That’s not how it got the name, obviously—it was named for early 18th century Dutch settler Bernardus Elbert Kaable. 

(Ok, I’m joking, it’s named after what had been a fortress on what was then a conical intersection of what is now Court Street, Pacific Street, and Atlantic Avenue.)

Anyway, that’s me, trying to find humor in tragic situations. It’s a coping mechanism.