In the gathering morning I was eager to get out of our house, the blizzard had passed in the night leaving the snow piled high and the wind still blowing under scattered clouds. My wife worried that I’d end up in a ditch somewhere as she watched me disappear down the snow covered road. As luck would have it, it wasn’t long before I met with a snowplow, already on its way to free us from the storm’s icy grip. As I reach the main road, I realize the danger of being held captive wouldn’t have lasted long, for every pickup I pass has a plow bolted to the front bumper, on a mission to clear every inch of snow.  Even at this early hour, the…