The alley is tight even with the endless shoveling I've been doing. I've done about half of my neighbor across the alley's apron so I can get the car in the garage. Rain is coming so I'll be walking shovels of snow out to 42nd St for melting purposes. Somewhere, Earl Heimes is smiling.
I never wanted to be a fireman as a kid. The leather faced fireman in Chicago didn't do much to inspire me.
Sure the east coast got a shitload of snow but most of it will have melted by this time next week.
How far can a guy in a pair of boxer shorts get?
This New Year's Eve I vow to stay up until 9 pm.
If you come over to my house there will be turkey in your coat pocket when you leave.