Trapped in the house by street work, watched the street work, took pictures and texted pictures and information to family and friends. A man saw me trying to take a picture of a truck blocking my driveway--which I did not get due to a tree in the way--and said very pleasantly to let him know if I needed anything, and had another man move the truck. It was very nice, but did no good, if I had wanted out, as the street was blocked at both ends and there has been no back way to get a car off the property basically since we moved here 48 years ago! We had the same issue as Henry's neighbor in Henry and the Clubhouse by Beverly Cleary--the garage was built for a 1916-era car, not the late '50s-early '60s such as Henry's neighbor and my dad had. The car would fit in the garage--barely--but could not be driven in by way of the alley. So Dad had the back of the garage blocked off and it's been that way ever since. I have a smaller car now but the garage is blocked by other things.
I told the man I would say he was nice and not difficult like the raccoon man, who made me so fear for the fate of the coons I had to release them myself. The man was extra nice, said over the years he had owned 30 or 40 coons which made wonderful pets, that they were more loyal than a cat and at least as loyal as a dog--that if he and his dad had even a small, pretend fight, his dad's coon would attack him and his coon would attack his dad! He was super extra nice. Of course the raccoon man works for the city and this guy works for some contracting outfit hired by the city for the street work and therein, I think, lies the difference.