A block away, on the tracks there is something unusual, a diesel engine. It drags something the apartments intervening do not permit me to see. Above the apartments, however, rise orange platforms on which small figures in vivid vests and hardhats stand–about ten of them–reaching for the high voltage wires that power the usual trains. They’re doing work on the wires, I guess, and no doubt with all kinds of controlling protocol. My question is, why are they doing it in the rain?