After a decade in the Woolen Mills my friend and neighbor Brian sought greener, quieter pastures. He wanted a road without cars and a skyline without street lights. He found same, nestled into the Southwestern Mountains, north of town. Brian's ladder stayed behind, frozen in the snow. The snow melted three days ago. I didn't know exactly where Brian lived, but I knew his house was along this rural road. Left the ladder on the side of the road. He found it.