Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
George Eliot (1819 - 1880)
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Dah Plows! Dah Plows!
Like an episode of "Fantasy Island," we awoke at about 2:30 a.m. to the fantastical, unbelievable sound of diesel engines revving and plow blades scraping asphalt. So, our little street (which looked like this yesterday)
Looks like this today!
Then, later, we found out that it wasn't heavy equipment at all, but it was our neighbor, Owen, who,of course, had been up all night with his little shovel. Thanks, Owen. Good job!