Overnight into Thursday the snow came to an end and the storm system moved out, when I unlocked for the day the front walks had already been cleared. New neighbors moved in next door in May, one of the family is a young man who played JV basketball at McCaskey a few years back. His mother once asked me who shovels my walk when it snows, when I said it was me she said her sons would take care of it. She knows I'm almost 64 and although I'm in reasonably good shape for my age I'll gladly accept any assistance I can get. I had enough of a job getting my car cleared out of my space in the lot where I park, I took a drive out onto the highway to warm it up. The highways were in good shape, the worst part were the streets in the city itself. According to reports there was 7.5 inches of snowfall in the city, nearby Millersville hit the county's top total with ten inches. This far exceeds all of the 2019-20 season where our area had 4.5 inches total. Areas further north and west were hit much harder, Williamsport set a record for their area with 27 inches. Over the next few days temperatures hit the high 40s which helped melt down most of the leftover. As most know this is a time of year that does little for me, many years ago I lost the feeling and it's never come back. Since Jenny and I came together in 2001 I've tried for her sake because it means something to her. On the "big day" itself I was with her and her mother at their place for a second consecutive year, it beats sitting at home doing nothing. Helen prepared a very enjoyable meal, joining us for it were Jenny's older sister Carol, Carol's daughter Amber and her daughter Mariah. We all sat reasonably apart and everything worked out just fine. I can't predict what the future might hold (nobody can), all I can say is I hope 2021 is better than 2020. I can't imagine it being much worse. Take care, everyone. See you next year.
