A Minnesota Minute

One morning this March week, we awoke to almost an inch of soft, fluffy
snow. As I drove to work in the balmy, thirty-degree temperatures, I saw many
neighbors shoveling. One in particular caught my eye, a man in his fifties. He
stood on his front porch, shoveling it clear of snow that, on its own, would have
melted in a few hours. No matter. This good Minnesotan shoveled away–still
in his pajamas, and barefoot.