In Worcester we don’t need no stinkin’ snowstorm to grind our commute to a hair-pulling halt.
There will be a construction detour sowhere along your way. And soon you’ll run into that black 1990s Lincoln with livery plates attempting an ill-advised left and clogging the intersection. So clearing the roads is a year-round exercise in futility.
But then there’s always a little optimism that falls with all those frustrating flakes. So, of course, Mr. Sunshine himself has some thoughts.