Like Don Quixote, tilting at windmills, there was something quixotic about Chuck today, out in the middle of all that white, a man against the elements - just he and his trusty snowblower.
(It was probably a celebration of his snowblower repair skills. We got to Lake Ida last night to a driveway drifted over with snow, and a snowblower without the auger working. Two broken shear pins.)
13 years ago
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