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There was a time in my second life when I worked in construction. Snow means no work.


I DON’T HAVE TO WORK TODAY BECAUSE IT IS SNOWING!


Rather, we don’t have to work today. Always we.


On such a day we gathered somewhere, maybe on Spruce Steet or Boulder Street or Custer Street or Raymond Place or Elmwood or Holmes to share bacon, eggs, and potatoes and drink pots of coffee. Pots. Watch out the window. Best of times. Watch it snow. After the coffee the cards come out for the rest of the day and night. What is now classic rock, but then was fresh, on LP’s. Someone must tend the needle and we did. Coming and going, stamping snow. All day. When will it stop? Will we work tomorrow? Will you help me put the chains on the truck? Yes.


Very well. There is no work today, or tomorrow for that matter, save the shovel. Did I mention dancing ‘neath the snowing sky? Best of times. Watch it snow. We.