We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Having been born and raised in WNY near Buffalo I can give my exact feeling about that image: 'A half-hour to clear out the driveway so I can get out... or an hour if other people have to use it.'
Yes there are reasons why I looked for a job out of the snow-belt... so pretty to look at! But the sweat factor... ahhh.... much better the heat of summer with iced tea than the cold of winter roasting under layers of clothing that one dumps as they work and the sweat drenching all of them. Until you finally stop, that is, then rush around like a fool to put it all back *on*.
Very true! Unless, of course, you didn't pay attention to where you put the clothes... and just shoveled merrily along... ahhh... the fun of digging through snow banks and the re-piling snow... mind you when I lived in Buffalo you could do the complete job, turn around and witness the snow falling from the sky to gracefully start filling it all in again. Such fun and frivolity!
About the only thing I could do while out in the wilds or on long treks was the 'loosen the cuffs, open the jacket and untuck everything' for airflow. It never worked well.