As I steered the orange snow eater through slippery slopes and drifts exceeding a foot, sounds in my head competed with the engine drone. For some reason, as I cleared plow remains from the driveway front, the dead Jim Morrison was screaming:
“Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Let’s together one more time”
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Let’s together one more time”
I don’t know about that one, but it’s a great song. On two stunning occasions, the ice underfoot eliminated all traction and I soon heard Howard Cosell, another dead guy…
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