Speed the Plow!

Notes of Concern…
… Jack Blair


THANKS TO THE PLOW

I was thinking of snow and that made me think of plows which raised in my consciousness the idea of the plowman. Mixed in there somewhere was the Broadway show called “Speed the Plow” by David Mamet but I digress.

There is no need to spend a lot of time talking about what we have already experienced this winter. Unlike my fellow columnist Jerry Carton, I actually like winter and I love snow.

Enough already!

I had to pay a very nice fellow to clear my roof so I could avoid arguments down the road with my insurance company over natural disasters. There just was no choice. Not this winter

The fellow who plows my driveway, and a right fine man he is, has been very inventive in finding new places to pile the snow at my house. His ingenuity deserves a rave review

That said, come spring when my wife is looking at how many areas of lawn require leveling and seeding he will go quickly from a “Knight in Shining Armor” to “The Fiend from Hell.”

Seriously, all of us have had to rely on the folks who watch the weather forecasts, stay up all night and work while we are asleep in our warm beds, ensuring that we will awake to passable roads that permit us to reach our destinations.

All of this requires coordination and planning and, most importantly, execution. These folks come in the middle of the night, just like Santa, and do their thing. We get up in the morning and head out to the daily grind.

How many businesses depend on the roads being clear so that not only their customers can get to them but their employees as well.

How many families where both spouses are in the work force are grateful that Schools are open and the kids do not have to miss out on their continuing education.

How many of you have occasion to be grateful that an ambulance could get to your home and subsequently arrive safely at the hospital.

The list could go on and on and on.

So a “thank you” goes out to all the people who operate the plows, push the shovels, and make certain we are as safe as we can be to go about our lives each and every day.

If anyone asks me what fuels America, this week I would have to say the snowplow drivers.

Hang in there friends. Spring, they tell me, is just around the corner.