The Snowplow Song

 

Growing up when we lived on Long Island we had the opportunity to experience an occasional winter storm.  This didn’t happen all that often since the winters were tempered to a certain degree by the waters of the Atlantic; but every once in a while, a blizzard would blow through covering the roads and making things difficult.

While thumbing through Facebook I spotted a cartoon drawing which sparked a memory.

My mother had a small car at the time, I believe it was a Renault.  This was before anyone developed a desire to call them Ray-know, considering them a kin to a later Yugoslavian POS called the Yugo; but that’s not important to this story.

While attempting to navigate through the neighborhood streets which were covered with quite a bit of snow, with my little sister happily singing to herself in the back seat, my mother tried to figure out the tune my sister was singing so softly to herself.  It was a pleasant-sounding tune that bounced cheerfully within the confines of the small car as mom carefully stayed within the tire tracks left by the last vehicle that had made it down the road.

“Mommy, there’s a snowplow coming, mommy, there’s a snowplow coming…” the words of the song sounded so sweet as they…

“MOMMY THERE'S A SNOWPLOW COMING!”, the meaning of the song landed abruptly on mom’s ears as she noticed a flashing blue light in her rearview mirror.  With a watchful eye mom was able to spot an indention in the snowbank ahead where a driveway had recently been cleared.  She pulled into the safe spot and the snowplow drove past indignantly covering the car with a blast of freshly cleared snow.