The plow had been by, leaving about 20 inches of solid heavy gravelly snow at the end of my driveway. I addressed the snowbank with a few words and started in on it.
I could see the plow at the bottom of our street banking up snow by the river. He started up our street with his blade raised. I continued shovelling, trying to grateful for a plowed street. I stood back as he approached and watched incredulously the sainted driver stopped, lowered his blade, moved it sideways and scooped out about two-thirds of the snowy junk from my driveway. He raised his blade and headed off, with me waving exuberantly.
Thank you, Mr. Plowman, for this totally unexpected good deed.
Debbie Grisdale, Ottawa
