Posted by
cathleen carr on Jan 31, 2011 in
Grind |
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Last week, I shoveled out our car after what has become a winter of weekly “significant snow events.” As a Yankee, I find the backbreaking movement of shoveling satisfying. A tonic for the soul, not unlike how I imagine a Puritan must have felt after a good flogging.
Shoveling snow is many things – rewarding, difficult, occasionally dangerous – but what...