Baltimore was hit by a double whammy blizzard that we're calling "Snowmagedden" 'round here. Almost 5 feet of snow in a 4 day stretch was, I must confess, a little frightening. Since I'm recovering from a total knee replacement, I felt helpless and vulnerable in my little row house. My son couldn't get home from his campus, so I was alone. Then, something I never would have predicted happened. In the 2 day lull between snow bombardments, my neighbors rallied together for survival. Our whole city block was shoveled out, stem to stern. The fifteen-year-old next door (whom I've never seen holding a shovel or any other type of workman's tool) cleaned off my steps and walkway to my enormous relief (nothing spurs claustrophobia like no visible way out). I couldn't shovel and dig, but I did supply cocoa and tea to anyone who wanted it.
Usually my neighbors will find some astrological anomaly to study rather than give the old hello nod or a random "howyadoin'" so it was pleasant to see them all come together in a time of crisis. "Cause in the end we're all in it together.
After the second storm, we hired an intrepid entrepreneur with a snow blower.