We used to live in Cleveland, on the East side, which is the snowier side. One Easter Sunday, we were blessed with 18 inches of fresh snow. My neighbor across the street, who i did not know, proactively plowed my driveway for me, which helped a lot since I have asthma and that amount of shoveling would have killed me. The side of his truck said, "Mr. Plow." I went over a few days later to thank him with a 12 pack of beer. he wasn't home, but his wife introduced herself as, "Mrs. Plow." I never did learn his real name.
"Mr. Plow is a loser and I think he is a boozer..." --L. Ronstadt
ReplyDeleteWell said, Ms. Ronstadt/lacochran, well said.
ReplyDeleteWe used to live in Cleveland, on the East side, which is the snowier side. One Easter Sunday, we were blessed with 18 inches of fresh snow. My neighbor across the street, who i did not know, proactively plowed my driveway for me, which helped a lot since I have asthma and that amount of shoveling would have killed me. The side of his truck said, "Mr. Plow." I went over a few days later to thank him with a 12 pack of beer. he wasn't home, but his wife introduced herself as, "Mrs. Plow." I never did learn his real name.
ReplyDeleteJeff - Awesome story! I wonder if Mrs. Plow had her own jacket with the name on it.
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