I get up early, 6 o’clock to see what the nights snow has done to my driveway. He’s out there, in his driveway just milling around. As soon as I start he starts. He was waiting for me. He keeps looking up the street and I cant figure out why.

I hear a few people trudging though the slosh. How would be out at this time, the kids! The kids walking to the school bus. He is cleaning his sidewalk in hopes that the kids will walk on his sidewalk.

I start on my sidewalk but it is too late. You win this battle but the forecast calls for more snow and I know now the rules!

Ill see you at 5 am tomorrow. I know its early but Ill pull an all-nighter, whatever I need to do. The fight is on, sides have been chosen.

We are snow-warriors. Snow wars are a long forgotten tradition where grow men with nothing better to do fight against each other and mother nature, and she truly is a bitch.

At least that’s what Wikipedia told me.