Today, it's all about good news, bad news. Back on Stevens Avenue, the bad news was that we had a long driveway and the snow removal work had better be done by the time Dad attempted to pull into the driveway. If not, there might be 'heck' to pay, depending on his mood. The good news centered around the big storms. When we got to the bottom of the driveway, and the end of the job was in sight, often the fun would commence. Stevens was a main drag, so plows went back and forth all day during the height of the storm. Now, if we positioned ourselves at just the right spot on the street when the plows whooshed by, we'd find ourselves covered with whiteness and buried up to our thighs in snow. Sometimes it was a real struggle to free ourselves. Since the storm brought us no money for shoveling OUR long driveway(Dad didn't pay), this became one of the highlights of day spent digging out. Even today, I love that sound of the plow rumbling its way down the hill and filling my driveway with snow at 4 AM. Why? Did I tell you I have a snowblower?