By golly! This time a city truck pulled up. Two workers jumped out. Again I explained what I was doing. They looked at one another...looked at me...looked at the wall...and paused. They said they were receiving reports of people plucking at wall and came to see for themselves. We looked at one another. They said I should have a nice day. I thought, Hmmm. I am covered in pine pitch and needles, smell like a flower patch and mosquito spray from other sub caches. I left, hoping for a peaceful search at the next one. This....was not my finest hour!
