We snuck into JFK last evening just before the storm, and I had a sorry time of it dragging myself out of our time-lagged bed this morning knowing that I needed to go downstairs and face the foot of drifted snow at our door, shovel in hand... When, low and behold, booted and hooded I swung our house-door open and saw that someone had shoveled our walk for us. Not just the sidewalk, but a path right up to our door.
Thank you, neighbors.
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