CALL ME SNAKE

In the past few weeks, I have pushed several cars out of snow-covered parking spaces. But yesterday I pushed my first motorized wheelchair, which was blocked by a little snow mound at the corner of Pleasant and Green Street behind the Central Square Post Office.

I mention this because bloggers are, by the very nature of this pasttime, self-absorbed people who are of the opinion that their navel-gazing, unlike other, more pedestrian navel-gazing, can afford the world rare and indeed novel insights. But occasionally, we can get outside of ourselves and do something that’s of value to somebody else, like pushing a person in a stuck wheelchair. Then, unlike other, more humble do-gooders, we get to brag about it in our blog.