When we were kids after snowfalls we would engage in a friendly game of snow wars with the kids who lived down the block. Each group would savagely attack each other’s snow forts. First with a fuselage of snowballs and finally an en masse assault to trample the opponent’s fort to smithereens. Then there was a truce while each group rebuilt their forts. Late one day when the sun was going down and we had just finished rebuilding our fort for tomorrow’s snow wars we decided to spray it down. After several coatings we retired for the night. The next morning we applied an additional coat of snow to disguise the ice. We were up first and of course we trampled their fort with aplomb. Retreating to our fortification we awaited their counter attack (he he he!). Deadly salvos of snowballs were then followed by a mad rush. They leapt feet first and bounced off the walls of our fort landing on their keisters. Victory was ours!!!!
This reminds me of a friend whose three kids were under four years old, her husband was out of town on a business trip with his flight home delayed again and again, while meantime we got 75" of snow in two weeks, including a fresh new batch overnight. Another friend woke up his three teenage boys, shoveled out their own car, and then drove over to her house so she could get out and get some face time with adults (not to mention grocery shopping.) She was on a cul-de-sac and the snowplows had pushed it all outwards from the center of the loop: meaning she had a two-story-high wall of compacted snow and ice across the foot of her driveway. They shoveled and worked till they had her free. And that to me has been the ultimate story of kindness to try to live up to the spirit of ever since.
BE THIS GUY almost 7 years ago
Dad wishes he had gotten a flamethrower for Christmas.
jpayne4040 almost 7 years ago
Time for Dad to try out that new “Work From Home” program.
Macushlalondra almost 7 years ago
You are in deep doo doo again Calvin.
ellisaana Premium Member almost 7 years ago
The snow plows do that to us. I wonder if Calvin is driving.
The Calvinosaurus That Calvin Wanted To Discover almost 7 years ago
Don’t worry Dad. You can drive over it. What can possibly go wrong with that?
Who, me? almost 7 years ago
Gee dad, you can go to Florida till July.
phredturner almost 7 years ago
Different priorities
jrankin1959 almost 7 years ago
Uh, kid? You do realize that most forts need a gate, right?
bigcatbusiness almost 7 years ago
And then dad joined the game when he caused an avalanche.
kab buch almost 7 years ago
Dad, you should check the other night. Now take a sledgehammer to break down the barrier.
bookworm0812 almost 7 years ago
Just douse it in gasoline and throw a match on it. FOOM! Fort gone faster than the Branch Davidian compound!
nosirrom almost 7 years ago
When we were kids after snowfalls we would engage in a friendly game of snow wars with the kids who lived down the block. Each group would savagely attack each other’s snow forts. First with a fuselage of snowballs and finally an en masse assault to trample the opponent’s fort to smithereens. Then there was a truce while each group rebuilt their forts. Late one day when the sun was going down and we had just finished rebuilding our fort for tomorrow’s snow wars we decided to spray it down. After several coatings we retired for the night. The next morning we applied an additional coat of snow to disguise the ice. We were up first and of course we trampled their fort with aplomb. Retreating to our fortification we awaited their counter attack (he he he!). Deadly salvos of snowballs were then followed by a mad rush. They leapt feet first and bounced off the walls of our fort landing on their keisters. Victory was ours!!!!
Anomy almost 7 years ago
AIs Dad picking up the pick axe to chip his way out … or only for the handle?
Number Three almost 7 years ago
Right out of your way I would think, Dad.
xxx
tuslog1964 almost 7 years ago
Look for him at Nancy and Oonas place a few days ago?
amaryllis2 Premium Member almost 7 years ago
This reminds me of a friend whose three kids were under four years old, her husband was out of town on a business trip with his flight home delayed again and again, while meantime we got 75" of snow in two weeks, including a fresh new batch overnight. Another friend woke up his three teenage boys, shoveled out their own car, and then drove over to her house so she could get out and get some face time with adults (not to mention grocery shopping.) She was on a cul-de-sac and the snowplows had pushed it all outwards from the center of the loop: meaning she had a two-story-high wall of compacted snow and ice across the foot of her driveway. They shoveled and worked till they had her free. And that to me has been the ultimate story of kindness to try to live up to the spirit of ever since.