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I love snow cover. There are few things more lovely than a sunny morning after a significant snowfall. Usually I start sending pictures to my relatives in Mississippi and Tennessee as soon as I wake up. I couldn’t be prouder to show off my beautiful state. But there’s something I like even more that isn’t captured in these photos: It’s the reminder of our interconnectedness that means the most.
About the time that I finish breakfast, the city plows are putting the finishing touches on my Richfield city streets. County plows have already opened the main arteries through town. And Minnesota Department of Transportation plows have been on the freeways all night. And so far, all I’ve had to do is finish my coffee.
But I do go outside. The driveway needs clearing. The sidewalk has to be opened up for my neighbors. I clear a path for the letter carrier because I can imagine how hard it is to trudge across hundreds of lawns through a foot of snow. It’s gotta be exhausting, right? And look. The neighbor two doors down is using a shovel while I’ve got this giant snowblower. So I blow out her driveway while I’m taking care of mine.
What if I lived somewhere that it didn’t snow six inches every once in a while? How often would I think about my neighbors? How often would I be thankful for my local government? For my county commissioners? For state employees? These snowfalls are perfect times to remember what good government looks like, how it works when people join together to solve problems. It’s a perfect reminder of shared responsibilities. Like a good libertarian, I take care of the part of the problem that I can handle. I shovel my walk and my driveway. But like a good conservative, I get to monitor where my tax money goes. Yep. Here comes the plow. And like a good progressive, I want to know that people of limited means have the same access to snow removal as the people in the fancy neighborhoods.
Yes. I get that a lot of our problems are trickier than snow removal. But it sure feels good to see everyone pulling in the same direction every once in a while.
David Larson, Richfield