Usually, no matter how bad the weather is, the downtown sidewalks are passable. Thursday night's snow storm caught the city off guard. Several patches of slick snowy slush made the trek difficult. Then I saw a man fall. Hard. He attempted to regain composure as he rose, but he was shaken. I joked with him, helping his ego up, and went upon my way. On the way home, I walked by about 20 Falling Ice signs. Here is one.
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