Here's one last look at the snow level near the back door. This is the kitchen window that looks out on my birdfeeders. I used to have to look up to fill them. Now I just look down. Back on Stevens Avenue and Coyle Street, after the euphoria of hearing on the radio our school called off, reality set in. We had a deadline. The driveway had to be shoveled by 2:30. That was when Dad got home, and so that was when the deed had better be completed. We had shovels, but really my grandfather's wooden snow scoop was the saving grace. It could move a lot of snow relatively quickly. Our driveways were always on flat ground and long. What was that all about. Big houses mean big driveways, I guess. But just for once it would have been nice to have one short and downhill like Leo's. Light snow or BIG snow deposit it was over in an hour. For us, not so much. We counted our duration in multiple hours. You know, now that I look back on it, it was always nice to get back to school. Now, I know why!