The first full day of spring was a pisser by my home on Long Island. No power outage but it was all downhill from there. Now I gotta blow some snow and get food out to some cats. 33 degrees at 8 a.m.





Nasty skies and no plowing by my beloved and corrupt Town of Hempstead.

Got about a foot of wet heavy snow. Old guys need monster snow blowers so they don't keel over with a shovel.



Mr. Orange doesn't like wet feet so he's perched on a place that suits him.



We got a foot of snow on the first day of Spring.

Things got better by early afternoon. Temperature at 42 degrees by 1:30 p.m., the sun was out and some birds were chirping.



The neighborhood was shoveling and snow blowing this morning.

The royal pissoff occurred just prior to 1 p.m. The storm was over and the sun was out. The people had dug themselves out. That's when the Town of Hempstead finally sent a plow through my block and the s.o.b. shoved about a ton of wet snow glop into the bottom of my driveway to block it. I know all the four-letter words and made up a few more more after that deal. We caught no plowing during the storm and now the Town shows up to destroy our work.

The snow blower was put to bed so I shoveled the heavy mess out thinking about what I'd like to do to the Town of Hempstead supervisor.

Storm = No Plowing

Storm Over & You're Dug Out? = We Plow Just To Piss You Off