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Walking to the grocery store, I heard a couple of whistle blasts. I wondered: Ugh, is it ICE? I looked around, dredging up a todo-list from memory. Then I spotted the inspiration for the whistle. I was walking past a construction site. Those whistles weren't neighbors warning neighbors; the intended audience was just construction workers. A crane was hoisting some porta-potties, moving them to a place where a truck could drain them. Whew. Not ICE agents; just some full porta-potties. I'm not ashamed I mixed those up, though. Same aura.