A Winter Wonderland, It Ain't

I went snowshoeing in the neighborhood cemetery last night, and all of the roads were either entirely plowed--causing me to have to slog through the three feet of powder just of the road lest I damage my mother's snowshoes--or entirely unplowed, causing me to have to slog through the three feet of powder on the road. Why don't the plowmen think of upper-middle-class white people who fetishize suburban outdoor activities when they do their job? Man, FWPs