Measured in Flakes

As I turned our Christmas tree lights off late Saturday evening and peered out our window to the snow covered scene below, I got to thinking if a person could be measured up by the sheer way in which they deal with a significant snowfall.

For instance, our neighbors, presumably in their mid to late 60's were out first thing Saturday morning shoveling and salting their sidewalk, parking spots and back alleyway. Overachievers?Perhaps.

Our landlord skipped his way out our front door through the 8"+ of snow and right into his large SUV without looking back. Lazy? Perhaps.

While we made a small attempt to dig our cars out in the morning, it wasn't until we decided to catch the Marquette game at a local pub that we decided we needed to really dig ourselves out. Functional, "live for the moment" types? Perhaps.

Now what about the owner of the large conversion van that sits down the street from us? The one that stands about 15' high due to its thick blanket of snow. My guess is that the owner is really tall or dead. Perhaps.