A New York moment
My son is built like the adolescent that he is. He is long and gangly with skinny arms and legs. I don't know if he suggested putting his skinny arms between the grates of the storm drain, or if members of the advice giving crowd put him up to it. After about 10 minutes of various attempts, my son got the cellphone and gave it to the owner.
Maybe my youngest will be more willing to leave the house knowing that there are adventures to be had outside of our apartment.