A week ago, we had our first major snow fall of the season. About a foot fell overnight, powdering everything in a thick, white layer of fluffy snow. I just moved into my new house this summer and I knew my neighbor down the street had plowed the house before so I wasn't worried. I called him up at the day of the snow storm asking if he still plows. He said 'no'. He retired and was on his way to Florida. Around here, people still know each other and, of course, Ken told me not to worry and that he knew a very nice guy whom I should give a call. Ken was sure he'd plow my drive way. So I called James and his wife answered. "He'll be home after 6 PM and he'll give you a call." By now, it was snowing really hard and we were expecting 8-12 inches for the night. No way I could shovell my driveway. At somewhere around 7 PM, James called. We talked for a minute, I told him where I lived and also that another neighbor across the street who had just moved into her house a few months ago, was also looking for someone to plow. He told me to tell her to call him. No problem. I did.
At around 10:30 PM, he arrived. We chatted briefly, I paid him 40 dollars, asked him about the neighbor. He said he just came from there. Great. He left 5 minutes later. My driveway in excellent condition. And I think to myelf: Its great to live in the country!!
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