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An ambulance (the ... fifth? sixth? since I woke up) just wailed up Lombard St., and this time the cars in front of it, instead of ducking out of the way into the mostly empty parking lane -- as I would have done -- or driving normally as though they didn't realize what sirens and flashing lights mean -- as I've witnessed far too often here in B'more -- a row of four cars just came to a stop in the middle of the block in the traffic lane, forcing the ambulance to cross the double yellow line to get around them.