Sixty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts there is the small New England town of Sturbridge. Located at the junction of I-90 (The Mass Pike), and I-84 it has become known as the "Crossroads of New England". The town was first settled over 300 years ago, and like other small New England towns it has grown just enough over the years to be in a difficult place today. How do we embrace the future without forgetting how we got to our present? How do we attract the right kind of growth, and maintain who we are? And, what about our culture out here in Central Massachusetts?
These pages will cause one to think about how to protect what we have, our future direction, and how to move on in the very best way.
Those thoughts, and other ramblings, will hopefully inspire more thought, conversation, action, and occasionally a smile...
...seems to be working so far
Friday, January 28, 2011
Twelve inches plus.
I grabbed the shovel, and started taking the snow from one place, and putting it in another. Silly really, but transferring snow is all the rage this winter, and I like being one of the "in crowd".
About 45 minutes into the process I saw a pickup truck with a plow begin to attack the neighbors driveway across the street.
I broke the standing high jump record as I bounded over the snow bank, and ran across the street to the truck.
"If you have time, could you...?"
"I'll write you a check..."
"No, I'll be right over."
And, he was. He pushed the snow bank that was three feet tall, and twenty feet wide, out of the way in about four passes. It would have taken me until Saturday to clear it. My hero then left, went back to the other driveway, and when he was done there, he came back to mine and pushed more snow out of the way!!
Thank you anonymous snowplow operator man. Thank you for saving my back.
Normally I don't mind shoveling, but after so much snow, it is not that I am getting tired, or sore, it is just that I have run out of space to put the snow.
I have no place left to put the snow, and quite frankly, unless we get a major January thaw, I'm screwed.
Now, here's a thought, and money making one, too. Maybe the DPW could offer their services, on a per diem basis, to help residents clear the mountains of snow from the ends of their driveways, much like they do to clear intersections of snow piles that obstruct a drivers view. A scoop, or two, with a front end loader into a waiting dump truck for $50.00, or so, would be well worth it. As it stands now, I guide Mary out into the street when I am home, but when I am at work all I can do is pray she is able to back out safely.
I am also praying for an early spring.