Thanks to a Good Neighbor
While experiencing the joys of New England winter, a week or two ago we got a window in the sequence of snow-rain-ice, enough to clear the driveway. Laid low by the rhinovirus, I couldn’t do it then.
Next day, all ice, including the wall at the street, left by the town plow. No breaching that ... stuck! Well, it’ll melt eventually -- but it didn’t. Yesterday I heard a roar. My neighbor had brought his heavy-duty snowblower to breach the ice wall and plow me out! Said he heard I was under the weather.
Bless him, he not only got me back into the world but reminded me that, despite the lunacies in the news, we live among pretty good people!
GEORGE A. BARNARD