That blows

There was finally enough snow in the driveway at my palace on Brink Drive to break out the Ariens and blow some snow. The first 10 or 15 minutes of snowblowing in a season is sort of exhilirating--watching the snow arc up into the air, looking down with satisfaction at the freshly cleaned blacktop. Eventually reality sinks in, and you remember it's 25 degrees and most of your extremities are very cold. But snowblowing still beats the heck out of shoveling, which the kid next door was doing while I was clearing the driveway. Back in the old days, when I lived over in the shadow of St. Anthony's, I relied on shoveling and running over mounds of snow with the Corolla. It wasn't long into the season before one or both of us planted our car in the grass because all the packed down snow had turned the driveway into a skating rink.

Ah, memories.