Shoveling or blowing that stretch of sidewalk is not compulsory,
but between neighbors of honor, it is the fulfillment of a tacit understanding.
Like so many traditions and self-imposed obligations, the
unnamed yet mutually accepted, neighbor-to-neighbor responsibility is probably
best left unspoken. And between neighbors, it is. Yet I feel compelled to speak
of it on this cold, snowy, January day. To acknowledge its existence. To make
it real. To give it a name.
I’m talking about the 10-Yards-More Imperative, so named (by me,
just now) because somewhere between 15 and 30 feet is the average length of
sidewalk between property lines and driveways. It dictates that, if I am the
first one out to shovel or blow snow, and if my neighbors haven’t come out to
do theirs by the time I am finished, I will remove the snow from our shared
property lines to the edges of their driveways.
There is no verbal agreement. There is no penalty for not doing
it, other than self loathing. And failure to do so certainly does not qualify
as news that’s fit to Tweet.
Many either don’t know about the 10-Yards-More Imperative or
they don’t give a scoop; they just don’t do it. (Then again, there are some who
don’t even shovel their own walks and driveways, which is a discussion for
another cold, snowy day.) But there are many more who do, even if they don’t
know what it’s called.
My father did it for our neighbors when I was growing up, and
they for him. Now I do it for my neighbors, and they for me. I hope one day my
kids will do the same, and be repaid in kind.
Some go beyond the Imperative, like my neighbor who, when I was
laid up from surgery last year, blew my snow not once, but three times. When my
family was on vacation and Fargo-Moorhead got blasted three or four times, I
expected to spend hours clearing a path to the front door. Instead, I came home
to a clean driveway and sidewalks. It was a gift, one I’ll never be able to
repay.
For those who do not live where the snow falls, where the
temperatures stay below zero for days or even weeks, and where the ever-present
wind makes it feel 20 to 40 degrees colder still, this probably makes no sense
at all. Big deal, I’ll bet they’d say. What difference is 30 feet going to
make, anyway?
Listen here, I’d say back. If you have never blown a couple of
feet of drifted snow off of a driveway when it’s -1 Fahrenheit with a wind
chill of -27, with gusts blowing freezing flakes right back into your mug, you
have no basis for judgment.
Perhaps it is a small thing. Yet that extra 10 yards, that
reduction of four minutes from the time spent outside on a freezing, miserable
morning, makes a huge difference. And without the 10-Yards-More Imperative, the
additional time can pile on to what is already prolonged misery over the course
of a winter, especially winters that last 5½ months like they do up her in the
Dakotas and Minnesota.
Honor. Selflessness. Shoveling. When your respect the
10-Yards-More Imperative, they’re all one and the same.
Yes, it is a warm, friendly feeling when you’re greeted by
already-cleared stretches of sidewalk. But it’s an even warmer, friendlier
feeling when you know that’s what your neighbors will see when they roll open their garage doors.
Published in The Forum, Fargo, N.D., on Jan. 30, 2014, under the headline, "Just 10 More Yards..."