PEOPLE: Viewpoints

With Waylon wailing in the background…”Nobody knows I’m Elvis…” I sit and occasionally write and otherwise stand and frame my little heart out in this snow-covered barn. And frankly, the “blanket of snow” I ranted over is the perfect description of its insulating effect on the roof, holding in the heat to keep my teeth from chattering.

A sandtruck goes by, and I am not quick enough to have run out and stared it down. This is an ongoing battle between the Town Crew and me. Although we’re pretty much all on a first-name basis in this small town, I have bitterly complained out loud to no one in my empty shop as the trucks fly by spraying sand ten feet onto the lawns that is heart-attack provoking come Spring when it needs to be raked. By mid-January I am resolved and beaten.

But two minutes later, a snowmobile whizzes by, and then another and another, slicking the roadway back into a track impossible for cars to maneuver. That’s okay. On a day like today, the best place to be is snug inside looking out at the softly falling snow that covers the roads and yards like a blanket…