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Snow

So I'm getting the shovel out and waiting for the last snow storm of the season to start. ( I said that about the last one)  In the garage I see a shovel with a number burned into it. Its from my father's fire company in the Providence Fire Department. Engine 5. Now I don't mind shoveling snow and I will continue to do as long as my back holds out. Joann keeps asking when we are getting a snow blower and i think about it as the snow gets heavier each year. Its a fact, it is heavier than it used to be, it gets heavier every year,look it up, no kidding. I don't really shovel the driveway. instead I just drive up and down with my 4Runner a hundred times until I run out of gas or the snow is flat enough to drive over. But I do have to shovel the sidewalks, the 4Runner doesn't fit there. I even shovel the sidewalk in front of the house. Heh kids and dog walkers gotta get to Wickford and I don't want them getting killed walking in the street, at least not in front of my house. The last thing that I usually do before I collapse and have some cocoa is shovel the hydrant across the street.
Now its not on my property and I'm sure the fire department wouldn't let my house burn down if they came by to put out a fire at my home and saw that it was covered with snow. " The hell with him, let it burn, I forgot the shovel anyway"...I don't think so...  So I shovel around the hydrant and its something that my dad taught me in a crazy way....(.you remember him, I began this by mentioning him). He HATED snow...I mean HATED it. He would curse out the window at the sign of the first flakes. I never understood why until later when I realized that he had a bad back and every time it snowed the firemen would tour the city shoveling hydrants. Well here I am now keeping the neighborhood safe and a tradition alive.