Tomkinson: Send in the plows

It seemed like the bright yellow markers from my snow removal contractor had only just appeared at the end of my driveway when the white stuff began to fall. At the first growl of the tractor engine my daughters ran to the window to watch our plow driver Hoover up the snow and blow it off to the side. “When I grow up, I want to do that,” my nine-year-old sighed.
I was a little surprised. But as she explained why, I began to understand. The plow driver helps people for a living, she s