He had been skating down the road and had slipped/fallen off, the board racing straight in the drain. Of course I got down to see. What a sight, the two of us, prone on the side of the road, looking down the drain. Yes, I was lying on the street: pearls, Jack Rogers, and monogrammed baseball cap. I was a sight!
At least we did see the skateboard, sitting patiently five feet below us. Brooms and rakes came out of the garage as we tried to pry and life the board. Right, like that was going to happen!
Thank goodness for Mr. Turner, who lives across the street. He came with work gloves and this metal bar, stick, rod (who knows!) and pried the round cover off the top.
S ran and got our kitchen stepladder (YES! We washed it off afterwards!) and put it down the hole. Oh my, did it smell down there! And did he smell too...
Just another golden (?) day with Bevy!