Blizzard Travails

Katie, the dog, and I pause as the man summits the huge pile of slush, salt, and ice on the corner. In one hand he carries a pizza, and under his other arm he is lugging, like a sack of grain, a small child in a puffy green snow suit and a knitted beanie with a poof on top.

Safely on the sidewalk, he sets down the kid and starts to walk off, saying, "Okay, champ, let's go."

The kid stretches toward the dad's hand and says in a small voice, "Up," and, when he is not picked up again, begins to cry.

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One year ago: Eat Something

Two years ago: One At a Time

Three years ago: Practicing

Four years ago: Nothing Happens Without Something Else Happening (no blame)