For many years I have been using my big green tractor to plow my neighbors drives, push snow off the hills on Scenic Drive and pull folks stuck vehicles out of ditches.
Now for folks who live in the country, this may seem like normal everyday stuff. It just so happens I live in the heart of Kansas City, MO. KC has two dubious distinctions; it is in the top 20 of the most violent cities in the nation and it is firmly implanted as the "most abandoned city in the nation". So to think of people still helping one another and still working together as neighbors flies in the face of conventional wisdom.
Well, I'm just an 'ol country boy, stuck here in this hell hole of a city until God grants me providence to vacate this desolate crime infested mess.
So in the mean-time; my grandson, Cody and I will spread a little Christmas country cheer amongst the city folk.
In a bankrupt city; both morally and financially, your street may not always get plowed. In a corrupt city like Kansas City, MO; your street will likely get plowed first if you are a well connected politician.
First we went to the firestation on 67th Street, Now you'd think even in a crap-hole like Kansas City the fire station would get plowed. NO! two days after the snow started we found our local firemen trying to move mountains of snow with shovels.
Well, that just won't do for an American first responder in my neighborhood! My grandson Cody and I set out to see that they could get those big trucks out of the firestation and to the folks that needed them.
It took us about two hours to clear the snow and ice from the front of fire station 33 on 67th St., and while we were working a call came in about a car on fire at 67th and Blue Ridge Cut Off. We fired up Johny and got the heck out of the way for the big pumper.
They were great folks, they gave me coffee and offered Cody some home-made hot cocoa.
Meanwhile Harvey, a fireman: who lives accross the street from the fire station was pushing a snow blower up his drive. The snow plows came by and piled a big mess up right at his entrance. Cody went over and pushed that mess right out of the way. Heck, he even cleared the way to Harvey's mail box, so the mail could be delivered.
We didn;t stop there, the fella next door came out, he is an older gentleman; he was shoveling his drive as best he could. My Grandson Cody and I just couldn't allow that, I went and took his shovel while cody used the tractor to clear the driveway. I tossed the snow off the sidewalk while Cody cleared the drive.
This was a big snow, we had as much as eight inches in some areas.
Later, after some lunch we decided to get Grandma's truck out of the snow, Grandma has a big Dodge Dually, but it is not 4-wheel drive, Cody and I had tried unsucsessfully to pull it in the drive with my 4x4 but the ice was just too slick.
I cleared the road on Scenic Drive, while cody shovelled out the wheels. Some Yahoo in a Kia kept trying to come up the street while I was clearing it. Finally I had to ask him if he had some kind of learning disabiility or something. I mean really, you are headed up hill on ice in a KIA; while a John Deere is headed downhill pushing snow! WTF are you retarded, GTF out of the way!
It didn't stop there, this retard kept trying to come up the hill while I was still clearing snow! Then he actually asked if I would pull him up the hill. WTF, what a retard, get the heck out of the way, and I will clear it so you can drive on it.
Well 'nuff about that, we went on helping neighbors, pulling cars out the ditches and cleaning the streets the city wouldn't till Grandma called us in for dinner.
Sucks to be a country boy, stuck in the city; but maybe we can teach these poor city rats a little neighborly love. I may be fighting an uphill battle, but I really hope I can get through to them.
Grandma had stewed up some really good vittles, we had Sulsburry steak, mashed potatoes and gravy and some kind of vegitables. Great reward for a hard days work.
Them folks at the fire station gave Cody $20.00, he tried to turn it down, but I took it and told him to use it to save up for that PS3 he wants. Damn good kid Cody, he would rather work than play!
In all Coldy racked up $45.00 that he did not ask for; he gave me $5.00 for fuel, I'm guessing he may find the rest of that money in a sock somewhere.. Lord knows, Santa works year round...
HO, HO, HO, Y'all!