A good neighbor, a snowblower, and the case for big families

I have a neighbor, a good neighbor. He’s the best neighbor I’ve ever had, to be quite honest. He has a snowblower and I don’t. So because he is such a good neighbor, he comes by our place every time he’s out there evicting the snow from his driveway and does the same to ours.

I try to beat him out there in the morning with a snow shovel in hand when it’s coming down hard, but I never can. I’ve been able to get my boots on a few times, but as soon as I am about to walk out the door, I see him and his gas-powered machine clearing our driveway with modern ease.

Life is too quiet, and so much of the living happened