Jan. 8 1996. We moved to Philly in 1994 from Houston and lived in an apartment in beautiful Chester County, until wife insisted we buy a house. So in 1995 we bought our first house in Newtown Square, Delaware county.
We were snowed in for a few days because of this crazy blizzard. I got bored after being shut in for a couple days. Our back yard sloped down fairly steeply to this wooded creek area, so on Monday, as we were working from home, I dug some trenches and rigged a makeshift sled out of cardboard and got my wife and her low-IQ cocker spaniel, Muffy, to sled down it. I dressed Cindy in my snow skiing pants and jacket. I later MacGuyvered a white trash sled out of thick plastic and a trash can lid. I remember we saw our neighbors a couple days later when we emerged and they had assumed we were gone because we stayed home for 3-4 days and waited for the roads to be cleared. You can take the boy out of Praireville, but you can’t take the coonass out of the boy. I think Big Daddy’s accent was thicker back then.
Wife was bitching that I paid someone $90 to blow our driveway, but it was very long. I remember another time, after the driveway was covered in snow, well the builder had for some reason put both hot and cold taps in our garage, so I got the bright idea to run a hose to the drive way and turn on the hot water, thinking that would melt all the snow. It made a 2 inch hole and did nothing. Oh well. Yet another lesson learned in Yankeeland. Another time I threw a cup of hot water on car’s driver side window to clear off the ice and snow but of course it immediately froze. Good thing I moved back to God’s country (Texas) a year later.
