In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
The clouds graced New England with another foot of snow (though the previous foot had mostly melted).
I dug out the car and drove N to the station. I'd checked mbta.com first to see if the Worcester-Framingham line was even running and the site was down, not there at all.
But drove the Kia through the mess, dropped her off, and the train was there, right on time, by the time i got back from the post office (where i was the first to walk up the steps; fortunately the door was open; unfortunately the P.O. box was empty).