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...supply of firewood is almost gone. Snow covers the ground, still two feet deep and melting squalidly, the temperature almost 40. The other day, as the town snowplow bullied through, roostering snow, it knocked down the mailbox and left it capsized at a drunken angle in a snowbank. Now snowmelt runs downhill onto the dirt road, which is reduced to quagmire. The car bucks and lurches through rutted mud. The creek rushes and brims...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Is Bush Treading the Path Paved by Gingrich? | 3/19/2001 | See Source »

...hard to schedule more events in a state gripped by a blizzard, Gore said, "No way! What else can we do? Who else can we see?" So off they went to a Dunkin' Donuts, ice-flecked cameras in tow, to buy up some doughnuts to deliver to the snowplow guys at a city garage...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Campaign 2000: Going For Broke | 2/7/2000 | See Source »

...years back, when we still had real winters in New York, the snow was so deep one night that I left my car at the train station and walked home. No cabs were running. Not a snowplow in sight. Even the mailman had bagged it. The street was perfectly silent--but for a familiar boxy, brown truck rumbling my way sporting the initials U P S. There, I recall thinking, is a stock to own--if only UPS shares traded publicly...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Special Delivery | 8/2/1999 | See Source »

Every time Quad residents wait at the curb near Johnston Gate or the Science Center, hearts leap. Is that monolith coming around the corner our shuttle? No, it's a Greyhound bus. Is that rattle-and-hum our shuttle? No, it's a snowplow. Is that knight in shining armor on wheels our shuttle...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANE... | 3/9/1996 | See Source »

...whiteout. Little dervish snow tornadoes twirl across the blank. The car is out there somewhere, represented by a subtle bump in the snowfield. The old Jeep truck, a larger beast, is up to its door handles, like a sinking remnant: dinosaur yielding to ice age. The town's behemoth snowplow passes on the road, dome light twirling, and casts aside a frozen doe that now lies, neck broken, upon the roadside snowbank, soon to vanish under the snowfall still to come...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE RELIGION OF BIG WEATHER | 1/22/1996 | See Source »

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