Bob Wittersheim

And once my own sidewalk was shoveled, I'd sneak over to their house to visit. I smiled to myself. thinking about the wild puppy kisses I'd be gifted and the happy, excited energy of their household. I shuffled down the long hall, a sweater around my shoulders and thick socks on my feet.

while the snow had finished falling, the temperature hadn't, and my old house had chilly, drafty spots that I dodged in the winter. It also had cozy, warmer corners, and I stepped into one at the top of the stairs. Here another window let me look out at the winter wonderland around me. This time out to the street where a few neighbors were beginning to dig out from the snow.

while the snow had finished falling, the temperature hadn't, and my old house had chilly, drafty spots that I dodged in the winter. It also had cozy, warmer corners, and I stepped into one at the top of the stairs. Here another window let me look out at the winter wonderland around me. This time out to the street where a few neighbors were beginning to dig out from the snow.

while the snow had finished falling, the temperature hadn't, and my old house had chilly, drafty spots that I dodged in the winter. It also had cozy, warmer corners, and I stepped into one at the top of the stairs. Here another window let me look out at the winter wonderland around me. This time out to the street where a few neighbors were beginning to dig out from the snow.

One was standing, her hands on her hips. knee-deep in the stuff, with a discarded shovel tossed down beside her. She was waving at another neighbor a few houses down, who had a massive snowblower fired up. I smiled when I saw him, He would be our collective hero today. I had no doubt. He loved that snowblower. And he was the type of guy that thrilled at a task like the one now set before him.

One was standing, her hands on her hips. knee-deep in the stuff, with a discarded shovel tossed down beside her. She was waving at another neighbor a few houses down, who had a massive snowblower fired up. I smiled when I saw him, He would be our collective hero today. I had no doubt. He loved that snowblower. And he was the type of guy that thrilled at a task like the one now set before him.

One was standing, her hands on her hips. knee-deep in the stuff, with a discarded shovel tossed down beside her. She was waving at another neighbor a few houses down, who had a massive snowblower fired up. I smiled when I saw him, He would be our collective hero today. I had no doubt. He loved that snowblower. And he was the type of guy that thrilled at a task like the one now set before him.

He often did everyone's sidewalks and driveways and was known on the block as the person to go to when you needed to borrow a tool or get some advice, possibly too much advice on fence repair,

He often did everyone's sidewalks and driveways and was known on the block as the person to go to when you needed to borrow a tool or get some advice, possibly too much advice on fence repair,

He often did everyone's sidewalks and driveways and was known on the block as the person to go to when you needed to borrow a tool or get some advice, possibly too much advice on fence repair,

He taught history at the high school, and his penchant for the ancient world led him to dub his beloved snowblower Clear Opathtra. He looked up from the slow, clear path he was now making and spotted the waving neighbor. He lifted an arm above his head, a thumbs up, signaling he understood the assignment, and went right back to focusing on the snow. The waving neighbor

He taught history at the high school, and his penchant for the ancient world led him to dub his beloved snowblower Clear Opathtra. He looked up from the slow, clear path he was now making and spotted the waving neighbor. He lifted an arm above his head, a thumbs up, signaling he understood the assignment, and went right back to focusing on the snow. The waving neighbor

He taught history at the high school, and his penchant for the ancient world led him to dub his beloved snowblower Clear Opathtra. He looked up from the slow, clear path he was now making and spotted the waving neighbor. He lifted an arm above his head, a thumbs up, signaling he understood the assignment, and went right back to focusing on the snow. The waving neighbor

clapped her hands happily, reached for her discarded shovel, and began trudging back to her garage. Having neighbors who take care of each other, who look out for each other, It is no small thing in this world. And even on this cold day, as I descended the stairs, I felt it warming me through. And it made me think, if shoveling was no longer on my chore list,

clapped her hands happily, reached for her discarded shovel, and began trudging back to her garage. Having neighbors who take care of each other, who look out for each other, It is no small thing in this world. And even on this cold day, as I descended the stairs, I felt it warming me through. And it made me think, if shoveling was no longer on my chore list,

clapped her hands happily, reached for her discarded shovel, and began trudging back to her garage. Having neighbors who take care of each other, who look out for each other, It is no small thing in this world. And even on this cold day, as I descended the stairs, I felt it warming me through. And it made me think, if shoveling was no longer on my chore list,

How else might I be helpful to my neighbors? In the kitchen, as I packed up the treats for the boys next door, I thought that while our block was checking in on one another, there were folks who lived further out who might need a call. I picked up the phone and dialed the inn on the lake. As I listened to it ring, I imagined the innkeeper racing through the halls.

How else might I be helpful to my neighbors? In the kitchen, as I packed up the treats for the boys next door, I thought that while our block was checking in on one another, there were folks who lived further out who might need a call. I picked up the phone and dialed the inn on the lake. As I listened to it ring, I imagined the innkeeper racing through the halls.

How else might I be helpful to my neighbors? In the kitchen, as I packed up the treats for the boys next door, I thought that while our block was checking in on one another, there were folks who lived further out who might need a call. I picked up the phone and dialed the inn on the lake. As I listened to it ring, I imagined the innkeeper racing through the halls.

to reach it in the front office where guests checked in.