When I was a kid we walked to school along a little path on the side of state highway 41 in Northern Idaho. Well one particular winter, we seemed to get more snow than usual and the snow plows were always whizzing by in an effort to keep the roads clear. So, as usual I got ready for school, walked to the edge of the highway and trail, looked both ways for snow plows and didn’t spot one. So, I proceeded on my way to school, while thinking this was going to be an uneventful trip to school as usual.
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