I was just standing outside in the warm rain figgerin out how to set up for my new snowblower during construction season. I am gettin me a Honkin mother Honda on accounta North Americans can't build a good one yet.

I debated with me on the merits of constructing a walkway from the rear door landing to a landing with a doored enclosure for the blower and a ramp from there returning to near the first landing.

I had to consider the prevailing snowstorm winds in realtion to the house, the garage and the new construction, amongst other factors.

That's when I drifted (yeah) back to my youth. The large apartment buildings that abut my property on the rear used to be a field and there was a large swamp and pond. That is where I learned to skate, to play hockey, to wrassle with girls in a kind way. Fond memories of getting a puck in the nuts and getting kicked in the nuts. No refs in that field.

mwh.... sniff