Under it were my two crooked entries from last winter. I found a pen in the console and wrote the new one.
19 inches, plus 4. Started 4:20. Gus helped with the blade. Did whole court.
Then I sat there a while longer. And under that, because I was alone and nobody would ever read it, I wrote: Did Grant’s last.
I think he’d have laughed.
If you’ve got a neighbor who’s been quietly doing the hard, cold work for everybody else on your street, send this to them. They probably think nobody noticed.
