Don't eat the snow. It's worse than yellow.
What a snow storm. One week later, and I'm still being trapped in the driveway by city plows. Several days after the storm had ended, the plows came through again, and not only toppled the snowbanks back into a 2 foot-high blockade at the end of the driveway but also destroyed every household's recycling container and recycling that was resting on top of the 6-1/2 foot high snowbank along the entire length of my street. What a surprise for anyone who had to drive to work that morning to find they had an hour or more of shoveling to do and maybe a second shower to take before finally heading out.
Here in Vermont we greet, with glee, only "natural" disasters at 7 a.m., NOT man-made ones. And we take pride in the kind of yankee ingenuity that unsticks cars from 7-foot high snowbanks by using floor mats under the back tires of powerful four-wheel drives. We certainly don't appreciate the wreckless, "get the job done no matter what" mentality demonstrated by a public tax-funded snow removal service. Fortunately, I was able to leap, tuck and roll over the end of my driveway and walk to work and not be late. (Yes, I left the digging to my neighbors. Irresponsible I know, but I had to get to work no matter what.)
The snowbanks are so high that the city has become a maze of tunnels that are terribly fun to play hide and seek in . You can't get hurt if you fall or get slam-danced into the snow. I should damn well know. And there are some people who just get so excited by the almighy white stuff that they can't contain themselves. They become one with the snow; writhing in it... inhaling and slurping it and, yes, eating it, as seen demonstrated here by a patron outside Burlington's finest, locally-owned flatbread and beer-making establishment.
From Snowplow drivers and snowball fighters, to rider and skiiers racing to the mountain with zero visibility just to be the first down that 3-foot blanket of powder snow. What is it about this deep slippery stuff that inspires such unusual childlike, wreckless and irreverant behaviour?
I can only imagine what the bottom of my street is going to look like in spring once the snow melts: broken glass, dented cans, newspaper, bags, cereal boxes, milk jugs and who knows what else! The city will have to pay the cost of replacing the recycling bins too. What a wreckless waste of resources.
Piece of advice: Please don't eat the snow on my street! It's worse than yellow.
