I saw at 58 snow plows on my afternoon commute. Granted, it was extra-long because the shuttle arrived at Clark twenty or so minutes late, and along the way he dropped a girl off at the train station and two girls off at the post office; this took us through some major thoroughfares that need plowing. Of course. There were five snowplows parked under an overpass; seven lined up on the road by Holy Cross; at least ten jamming an intersection (possible several broken down) near Clark; four or so drove by while I waited; numerous ones parked and snow-covered… But most were in operation.
FIFTY-EIGHT SNOW PLOWS. What is wrong with this city?!
This is my mother’s most brilliant Einstein-hiding ever.
– KF –
29 days to my husband.