Soup for the Snow Plow Drivers

Our small town got hit with thirty inches of snow in February, and the plow drivers worked all night for three nights straight.

On the second night, a woman who runs the diner on Main Street started making soup. Big pots of it: beef barley, potato leek, chicken noodle. She called the town garage and told them to stop by whenever they could.

By the third night, half the town was helping. People brought bread, cookies and thermoses of coffee. The high school kids stacked bowls and washed dishes. A retired couple drove around delivering soup to the drivers who couldn't stop.

When the roads were finally clear, the plow drivers did a slow parade down Main Street, honking and waving at the diner. Everyone came out on the sidewalks and cheered. I've never been prouder of where I live.