The street I live on leads right to Staten Island University Hospital. When I bought my house sixteen years ago, the previous owner told me one of the perks of this block is, the snow plows come every half hour as this street must be cleared for emergency vehicles, and every winter like clockwork this street has gotten plowed right down to the asphalt, until today. I have yet to see one plow or salt truck head down this block. As all the neighbors came out this afternoon for snow removal duty, none of us have ever seen our street this bad off. In fact I told a young couple who live across the street that this what the John Lindsey reign of error was like.
Watching the news it seems even the sanctified streets of Manhattan have not been plowed either. Mayor Moneybags has some ‘plaining to do.
Anyway, I tackled the driveway and when I was all done my family looked at me and said ‘Nice job but where are we going”? Hummmm good question. The street are unplowed so I guess just the fact I tackled this job is reward enough.
Needed my Mets Jacket as it gives me super strength and endurence
Okay, it’s an old Mets jacket so it could have lost it’s super powers. Maybe I shouldn’t have drank that NyQuil getting verrrrrrrrrrrrrry drowsy