I live on one of those streets that gets plowed by the sun. Since the sun isn't going to warm things greater than about 12 degrees for the next several days, we're screwed.
I submitted a 311 plea for plowing just for yuks anyway.
Tonight, while preparing a most excellent biafran stew, I observed two stuck cars outside my kitchen window. While the couscous was cooking, I grabbed my shovel and got them both out with about 15 minutes hard labor. I feel good about it. Sore, aching a bit, but good. Maybe they'll blog about me tonight.
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