"Steel Trap" Rusted Shut

Yah, so, here's the thing... I beg to differ with, nay, even contest, the Old Man's words in reference to my statement about our recent projected snow fall. His self-professed "mind of a steel trap" is a bit rusted, if you ask me. What I said was NOT that it wouldn't snow, rather that it wouldn't snow AS MUCH as was predicted. There's a distinct difference between the two. (Only an idiot would contest the probability of SOME snow in Minnesota in February, even despite global warming trends). I merely poo-pooed the predicted amount of snow. So there. I am mature enough to admit that I was indeed wrong on that front (pressure front not excluded), and am willing to make good on the bet. I can scrape up a couple bucks' worth of change from either the floor of our van, or from Scott's pants pockets.

As for the pictures... not all participants were duly represented digitally. Some of us were out earlier with SHOVELS, plying metal to pavement, flexing the old lumbar paraspinals, and straining the rotators, in order to clear some of the walkways of excess snow. That didn't get documented, however. No heart attacks, just back attacks. In the end, though, the Old Man did us proud by snow blowing not only OUR large surface areas, but two of the neighbors' as well. He's out there every big snow fall in order to help out the neighbors who are less able, or who only have shovels (our poor culturally-shocked Hispanic neighbors hardly know what to do with a big snow fall!). His usual response to being thanked by everyone is, "Well, I knew there was a good reason for getting a snow blower." He may be getting old, but he's good!