I need to buy neighbor Tom a gift.
A really big thanks-for-saving-my-tuchus kind of gift.
Here’s a recap of the day so far: I woke up at 6 a.m., which was really 5 a.m. in my head, thanks to the phenomenon that is Daylight Savings Time. I showered, pulled on the snow boots and steeled myself for the onslaught of snow.
It’s now 7 a.m. (Did I mention that I am not a morning person?)
By the time I had finished shoveling my car out of the snow dune that is my driveway, it was 7:30. I had to meet photographer Jack Hanrahan at the Times-News at 8 for the first leg of our trip: Erie to Pittsburgh International.
Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. I live 10 minutes away. But Blizzard Weekend ’08 was anything but normal.
It took 20 minutes, one sleepy husband and one burly, saint of a neighbor to push my Honda Civic up my snow-covered side street onto a main drag. I slip-slided my way to the paper, arriving just in time.
Thanks, Tom, you’re a savior. I’ll bring you a souvenir from Gulfport.