Stop Sign Dedicated at Wash Crossing; Reflectors Catch the Sunset

GRAVEL KNEE— Road Commissioner Raccoon snipped a ribbon; the county man nodded like a metronome. Parents who petitioned last winter drank lemonade and pretended not to tear up.

Fourth-graders painted thank-you rocks for the berm—each rock a little municipal valentine. Traffic, warned Deputy Owl, will still include rabbits in a hurry; caution remains en vogue.

Sometimes progress is eight sides of aluminum and a neighborhood that refuses to shrug.