Friday, March 1, 2013
In Like a Lion
This morning did not get off to a good start. There was an overnight dusting of snow, which looks lovely, but the ice beneath is treacherous.
School was not cancelled, although we received a call that busses would be late because of road conditions. Drivers slipped and slid up and down our street.
The young man across the street slid into a snow bank at the end of our cul de sac and ripped off a fog light from the bottom of his truck. The snow pile was left by the street department after our last snow storm.
Just up the road, my granddaughter slid into a brick mailbox, trying to avoid a parked car. The mailbox won. The rear of her SUV is in bad shape, although the rubber bumpers that got knocked off helped lessen the damage. Thankfully, no one was hurt, although during and after her franctic call many tears were shed.
As our neighbor and I assessed the damage to our teens' vehicles--she to her son's pickup and I to my granddaughter's SUV--a city truck came by and cleared the road.
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