So, the Kravitzes are sitting on their porch on a Sunday evening, enjoying company and watching the cats and kittens frolicking about the neighborhood; Miss JoAnn has gone to bed early because they're working her to death.  It could be a good night.  But lo!

After dark (for some reason) out come Teensie & Weensie and "the boy", with ladders, various & sundry tools and bags and boxes.  There's a project afoot!   

Picture Weensie & her nephew on the roof, disentangling a batch of twinkling white icicle lights.  They give an effect, while piled on one section of the roof, for all the world like the house is beginning to burn.  Smoldering embers!  We are tempted to call 9-1-1 just to see if the good pumper truck men from Station # 7  might come turn on the high-pressure hoses.  But cooler heads prevail.  The Kravitzes and their friends lurk behind their own tasteful light display, observing discreetly...

Abnah reports that the ladder just ascended by both "the boy" (the Kravitz report would like to give him a name) and Weensie is seated on one of the askew concrete front porch steps.  Teensie, meanwhile, sits on the porch, swinging & chatting on her cell phone, seemingly oblivious to the drama playing out right over her head.

Weensie moves the ladder to a particularly uneven parcel of ground next to the stairs & props it against the roof.  Surely she wouldn't... Oh, yes.  She would.  Up on the rooftop, perching on the gutter, climbing back down the ladder.  The observers are wondering if they will have to call  for Trauma 1 before the night is out.  What's the tensile strength and center load test on that ladder?

There's a little shriek!  Collective breaths are held.  A voice is heard from the roof:  "Uh, are you ok?"

 "Yeah. My foot just slipped off the rung."  Collective exhalations! 



The evening closes anticlimactically.  Columbia St. is quiet once again.  The cats & kittens have gone "night-night".   No emergency vehicles have been necessary.  The resulting light display is surprisingly minimalist.  The Kravitzes just inserted that picture for their (and your) amusement.  There was no camera, let alone night-vision goggles, to be found on this side of Columbia St.

Mr. Kravitz is eyeing the newly created display.  What is that look?  What could it portend? 

We'll leave that mystery for another edition of... The Kravitz Report.