Readers: Please read my entries dated January 13, 2013 and February 23, 2013, in that order, before returning, here.
He shoveled the entire drive, including the turn around, the back walk, the back steps, the front walk, the stoop and the sidewalk. When he came in and I paid him, he opened his arms for a hug. He pointed to his boots. They have enormous gaping holes across the insteps. I could see his socks.
He told me we've had seven feet of snow so far this year and today's was really heavy. I asked him if he'd had other jobs and he told me he couldn't make it to one of them because the roads were too bad.
I gave him directions to the thrift shop where my friends work and told him to tell them I sent him. I wish my grandfather's store was still there, so he could buy a new pair of boots on "tweddit."