To paraphrase the U.S. Postal Service, neither snow, nor rain (etc.) would keep me from my appointed rounds last night. For a guy who’s lived in Wyoming, Nebraska and Iowa, this dusting isn’t even a good start to a ‘snow event’ or whatever the hell they call these panic-inducing forecasts in the South.
The snow wasn’t about to stick to the sidewalk, so off I went. I needed to do my 2.5 mile lap around the extended block; I’d spied a few plastic items while driving earlier in the day. I wanted to retrieve them before they might somehow escape containment.
It was not a walk to pick up snow-sodden paper. This was about weather-impervious plastic and metal. The paper can wait for a drier day. It will still be there, unfortunately.