Out in Force
I headed out early for my usual Saturday morning breakfast with my friends leaving the house a little earlier than usual since we had snow that night. It was one of those strange type mornings since no normal people were out yet, just me and the “Force”. It was odd that on the 10 minute drive to Village Inn from my house I traveled the small streets in my neighborhood to the highway and through the back street neighborhoods near the hospital. On this whole drive of seven miles there was one thing happening that struck me like a vehicle blasting off into a snow bank on a cold windy morning. The only people I had seen that morning were the snow plow drivers making the night twinkle with the flashing yellow and blue lights and the occasional back up horn blasting away to anyone close by. Not a soul else was seen on this drive to breakfast. Coming down my street was a ‘formation’ of three snow plows coming at me like an army of heavy metal with blinding lights to ...