First let me say thank you to all the homeowners that did salt or sweep or shovel the snow yesterday morning. I love the snow, I love walking, and I love walking in this neighborhood. I love that this is a walkable neighborhood--I could move closer to the suburban library where I work, but there are no sidewalks in the suburbs. Second, I don't get grumpy fast. Ask anyone that knows me. But today I was grumpy to a barista at Tazza D'oro (sorry Emily) because not only did I almost slip walking the wide beautiful sidewalks along the way to my favorite coffee shop, I also almost slipped in front of the shop. Now, I haven't paid a huge mortgage to live in this beautiful neighborhood. I rent. In fact, I live in a third floor walk-up. But when I came home from work Saturday, I swept the steps leading up to my door. Part of it was to connect with the snow (I love the snow) but part of it was out of pride that I can. That I am an able bodied person with broom to sweep away the snow. (If necessary, my landlord also has a shovel and rock salt in our foyer, and I have a sneaking suspicion that he or someone else salted the sidewalk sometime yesterday.) Pittsburgh (and Highland Park) is a place where people bike, walk, run, and where our population is oldest, second only to a county in Florida. If I were a runner or a person not wanting to break a hip, I would not wanted to have walked the two miles of beautiful neighborhood that I walked both today and yesterday morning. Yesterday's powder snow became today's treacherous ice. Walking this morning, I encountered one nice salted stretch followed by two stretches of treacherous ice, trod upon by other walkers, hoping as I did, to reach their destination safely. Let's be good neighbors. I will do my best not to grump at the beautiful baristas and you will do your part by shoveling, salting, or sweeping your walk. Your neighbor, Suzi W. Heberton St.