When I left work yesterday afternoon we probably had around 4 inches of snow on the ground and mother nature was gladly unleashing her fury with more. I was impressed with my car's ability to handle it... and that confidence came back to bite me later.

A couple of our employees who live out of town couldn't get home last night and had to camp out at the station. Around 8 o'clock, blankets and pillows came into question. Armed with the brazen confidence I'd gained by plowing through the snow earlier I decided to gather up some that I had and head out. I scoffed at the idea of silly old snow being able to stop me. What I didn't take into account was that since I'd cracked the whip at it earlier more had fallen. Significantly more.

Kurt Parsons

Oh I made it to the radio station just fine and that drift blocking our parking lot looked like it had the words "you can do it... no problem" scrolled across the front... so in I went... and in I stayed. Yeah... that was dumb. Getting hung up on a snow drift turns out to be quite easy. Getting off of one presents more of a challenge.

Luckily the guys wearing super hero style capes were just around the corner. They must have been there in about 1 minute. With some shoveling and pushing and more shoveling and a little burning rubber, about a half dozen Quincy police officers had me free again. My tail might have been between my legs but the day... the night was saved. Blankets were distributed in the middle of 24th street and I headed home and cracked open a cold one. I felt like I had somehow earned it... by being stupid and having others do most of the work to save me from myself.

One officer told me they had helped around 40 others so far last night. I can't help but wonder how many more came after me.

To protect and serve. Now I and many others know exactly what SERVE can really mean.