At the window he put his nose against the glass, which was beautifully cold, then drew away and saw the new consistency of the air: quick and blurred and sputtering white. The changed air was leaving itself on the tree branches. The care in those words, the sensitivity! Snow-dreaded, beloved; oppressive, angelic; shoveled, ogled-with the agency to leave itself so wonderfully on the branches! For no fault of his own, James is often in need of salvation. Like snow, he is the most beautiful problem.
"That is something that none of us want to ever pull up to," Fall River Fire Chief Jeffrey Bacon told reporters Monday morning, describing the chaotic scene. "And unfortunately, ... that happened here last night."
