People say, “Where’s my mail?”

When the explanation is given that the carriers can’t get around on un-plowed roads, they still wonder why the mail is late.

Sometimes, when asked if they can get in to pick their mail up, the answer is, “Oh, no! I can’t walk down to the mailbox! My driveway is terrible!”

Then….WT…heck….are you calling about? If you can’t do it….chances are….we can’t do it either.

My Jeep is still in the shop….so I’m driving my old Toyota 2-wheel drive pickup.

You have to be pretty…..judicious….careful…about what kind of situations you get into when you don’t have four or all wheel drive and the snow is heavy.

You have to worry and plan ahead.

You have to worry.

It doesn’t matter how many bags of sand you’ve loaded the bed with.

Heavy doesn’t always equal traction.

This snow is something that should be a lot of fun.

Man….I hate being a mailman when it gets heavy and wet.

What happened to the days when things were fun?

Where’s Neverland when I need it?