We're getting the snow - not enough to make us rush out and buy up all the supplies possible, but enough to really look pretty, and with the snow comes a familiar sight in this town.
I've told you about Homer, our harmonic-playing, solo-singing, Reds-loving, bike-riding neighbor who predicts the weather, and now I'll tell you about Ham.
Yes, he goes by the nickname "Ham."
Last summer our church celebrated with him (and his wife and their family) as they commemorated their 65th wedding anniversary. But that's not why I'm writing this.
The first time it snowed when we lived here, I came out and found that my walk had been shovelled. I thought maybe that some of the kids had done it (wishful thinking?), but I found out that the culprit was Ham. He lives across the street and two doors down, and he shovels all the way past our house (and often even right up to the door).
He just does it because it's the right thing to do. What a good guy. What the world needs is more people like Ham.