My occasional rants in this space about local highway officials being asleep at the plow are obviously having no impact whatsoever. This morning, for example, I emerged from my Ken-Caryl Ranch garage at about 6 a.m. to see a snowfall predicted by every forecaster I caught over the weekend. Nevertheless, I didn't eyeball a single snowplow or chemical-dropping vehicle, nor spot an iota of evidence that one had recently passed by, during my miserable one-hour commute -- a span nearly triple the usual time it usually takes me at that hour. To add insult to injury, I did see a plow after I parked. It was at the curb across the street from Westword's Broadway offices, literally idling as drivers slipped and slid all around it.
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A reminder: Taxpayers don't mind paying for snow-clearing equipment as long as it's used intelligently. Or used at all. -- Michael Roberts