Spent an hour today walking around the neighborhood, helping to dig out/push stuck cars, etc. One of them belonged to the friend of a friend of a guy who had rented a backhoe (he owns Illinois Cyclery, and was clearing his own parking lots), who I then talked into doing a quick plow of our street, right up to my driveway at the end of the cul-de-sac. That was great. He was in a hurry, so he did a really fast job of it, but with some more shoveling I was able to make it out to Knoxville with the Outback, if not the Passat.
Made a quick run to Krogers to pick up some staples, and soon realized that was a bad idea. Even on Knoxville (the major N-S surface artery), vehicles were stuck all over the place - big jeeps and SUVs - on the side of the road, in intersections, etc. Traffic was horrible. I couldn't believe how many nimrods were obviously out on the road without a compelling reason, when I realized that, hey, I'm one of those nimrods. When I finally got to Krogers, the parking lot (which, after plowing, was functionally less than half its size) was gridlocked, as well as the access road. I queued up for ten minutes and then gave up, managed to bail out and come home.
I hear the Super Wal-Mart's roof collapsed under the snow weight.
I'd post fortress of solitude pictures of the huge mounds of snow around my driveway, but my D80 is in the hospital - Nathan pulled it down off the coffee table and broke the lens mount. Hopefully it won't set me back more than about $150.
In other news, Buber is less inscrutable than his translator makes out. His writing reminds me of Walker Percy's essays.
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