I was digging through a box of old memorabilia from my Clinton High School “Rocket” years. I discovered a collection of report cards that revealed to my dismay that I was not nearly as intelligent as I remembered I was. Then there was the glass elf a souvenir from our Junior-Senior prom along with senior pictures of all of my classmates with sentimental inscriptions on the back of each reminding us of how enjoyable our years together had been. Since…..
The disaster took place almost a year ago to the day. At the time I was the proud owner of a ‘middle- aged’ Snapper snow blower. Being a mechanic of a very, very low skill level I had just had the motor gone over by a ‘real’ mechanic and it was starting and running just like it had come off the assembly line. Life was good. Then my son came home for a short visit. He loves to blow…..