My elderly neighbors have a ramp for the winter. Easy to shovel, and made with large enough gaps for the snow melt to run out of. Cheap-ish enough to build. And easy to shovel.

If he says no, just build it heavy enough that it’s impossible to move with one person.

Take the money you’d spend on plowing for a few years, buy your own plow.

Still plow close to your boyfriend’s car.

What I find so interesting about this: 1 in 5 Vermonters were born BEFORE the USSR launched Sputnik. A satellite the size of a beach ball, only capable of transmitting radio signals based on temperature fluctuations as it moved through low orbit.

Today I take a photo with my phone, whose charger has more power than the Apollo 11 computer, and send that photo to the 15.3 thousand people who have seen this post via a satellite internet connection. It’s incredible.

It’s incredible in its human achievement. It’s incredible in its horror. In its audacity and bravado and absurdity. The world is changing at an incredible, incredible rate, and we’re both lucky and damned to be part of its incredulous change.

If you ever see a dog wandering around, call animal control. Every town has one, and is trained to handle this sort of situation.

If you were on 125 earlier, it’s because my low beams decided to not work. That’s completely on me.

Well, I’m 30-something so I’m just going to get drunk with my wife at home.