Sometime overnight & the mighty glacier recedes & wake this morning & look what's appeared in the front yard: a case of Natural Light, a bottle of Cuervo, Taco Bell paraphernalia, one lamp, one sofa, and 16 MIA issues of the New York Times. And don't stray too far from the walkway unless you want to take a springtime stroll through a veritable Minefield of a quarter year's aggregation of dog turd, newly thawed, armed and dangerous.