When you have to shovel to get out of the house. Blizzard.
|Shovel to Get "Out" of the House|
Like he does every morning, Bandit ran to the backdoor to go out. It wouldn't budge.
|Bandit Unable to Get Out Backdoor|
I had to shovel a spot for him off the front porch to pee right there. He looked to me as if needing approval then went.
The plow went down our little street only once. And that was my neighbor who happens to have a plow. If it weren't for him we'd still be snowed in. Being in an isolated part of town has it's benefits but when it comes to public services not so much.
|The Snow Blower Parked between the Cars|
|Snow Piled on the Deck|
|Chris with Bandit in Tow|
|House on the Common|
|The Hawthorne Hotel on the Left|
|Roger Conant Statue|
|The Salem Witch Museum|
|Snow Covered Brown Street, Salem|
All said and done, Salem got about 18 inches of snow. Luckily it wasn't the real heavy stuff. Still I call it a blizzard.
Oh, on and unrelated note, I thought I'd share one final picture with you. I snapped this on Christmas day during our party. I didn't even see Bandit in the frame till after I downloaded the pictures and was sorting through. I cropped it to better frame him. I thought it was adorable; Bandit dressed up in his new Patriot's shirt (one of his Christmas presents) trying to act like a big boy. "Hey, don't forget about us short people down here."
|Bipedal Bandit Trying to Participate in the Christmas Party|