In the course of a 10-Day Holiday-Work-Marathon, I found myself shoveling snow on the Town Hall steps early one morning. It had just started getting light (the Butt-Crack of dawn…) and the air temperature matched that of your standard walk-in freezer. An Old-timer came walking up the sidewalk and we exchanged pleasantries, which gave me an opportunity to catch my breath among other things. He aske…
