Just the threat of snow can keep me from going down to the prison. My worries don’t lie in my being able to drive well, but in what I’ve seen of other drivers. The day after a good snow, the ditches are populated by the cars of those in a hurry, with bald tires, lacking good judgment, or feeling invincible with all-wheel drive.
Work as a volunteer prison chaplain is not urgent work; it just needs to be fairly steady. The men actually worry about my traveling back and forth as it is. My taking chances would not be appreciated.
Maybe on Thursday.
In a dim light... 