Fix me

A couple of months ago, we were blessed with a miracle.

The miracle had nothing to do with the Pope's visit. Rather, it was of a visit of another type.

On our side street, Bradish Street, just off of 12th Street, we were blessed with five large potholes. Those potholes from the past were bigger than the new one shown in the photo above, taken today, but in the same stretch of road.

On trash night as I pulled our garbage to the curb, I placed two large pizza boxes into the open holes in the road. I put one pizza box into each pothole. They fit easily.

A couple of hours later, two additional pizza boxes had appeared in the other, nearby potholes. A neighbor had done the same, feeding pizza boxes into the road's opening.

By morning light, we noticed that the pizza boxes were gone and the street had pavement where the potholes had been. It was a street fixing miracle!

Now, with the new navigational bump-in-the-road on Bradish Street, I'm not sure what to do. I could call 3-1-1 and report it to the operator. Or, I could order a mid-sized pizza this weekend and use the box for filler, again. Or, I could get on my knees and pray to the patron saint of Pittsburgh potholes, Jeff Koch. Or, I might just blog about it and hope for the best.