And back in Indiana, when I convinced my wife that we needed a snowblower, I didn't buy one of those punky little paddle jobs, but a genuine two-stage auger-driven one with a 22 inch high mouth on it (and electric start). She thought I was nuts, but then we got 24" of snow one night...and when I was in Kentucky and she was living in Indiana and had to deal with 44 inches of snow...suddenly I became the most brilliant man who ever lived.