Chicago is battening down the hatches for a blizzard. It’s pretty exciting. Blizzards are pretty much our only major natural event. Sure we a get a tornado now and then, but a blizzard, that has real potential. No one loves the threat of a blizzard more than children. Snow+possible canceled school=giddy hysteria. As I was contemplating this I was reminded of a special moment from a snowy day last year.
Dismissal. Joyful voices fill the air. I shoot a warning glance at two students forming snowballs. As I high five my kids and send them off to go home and play in the snow, I notice a shovel leaning against the bike rack. B goes over and starts to mess with it.
“B, please don’t touch that shovel. Mr. Feliciano must have left it.”
“It’s my shovel.” I walk over to him as I see him fiddling with a bike lock attached to the handle.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s my shovel. I needed it to get to school.” Dumb stare from me. He sighed and slowed his speech as if speaking to a small child. “It snowed last night, I had to walk to school, the sidewalks weren’t shoveled.”
“So you shoveled your way to school?” I said through a wide grin. Of course, it made perfect sense.
Get your shovel ready B, because tomorrow is going to be a doozy.
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