I’ve always had a thing about snow blowing. For the past 30 winters, I’ve blown snow. Friends have always groaned about Chicago winters and having to deal with snow, but I’ve never minded. And when my late father-in-law gave us a new Toro snow blower 30 years ago, I proudly accepted my responsibility: now my calling in life was to blow snow, whenever and wherever I encountered it. I became like Johnny Appleseed… only Johnny Snowblower.