Last week, the area I live in in the Mid-Atlantic United States was bombarded with two back-to-back storms that dropped…

MILLIMETERS — I mean MILLIMETERS — of that four-letter word, S-N-O-W!

No worries, I was prepared. My snowblower notwithstanding, I got out my trusty …

… broom …

and made away with the results of BOTH MONSTER STORMS that were delivered due to the curse beset upon me by my Harley-riding buddy who lives in the Great White North. He did a “snow dance” to send this stuff to me because the weather where he lives is unsuitable for riding yet I got out for a ride a couple weeks ago.
No worries… my Chippewa logger boots were warm, dry, and provided sturdy comfort as I managed removing snow at my home, and the home of six senior pals. I mean, we had to go grocery shopping, after all.

Life is short: manage what Mother Nature and biker buddies with cabin fever throw your way.