Didn't make no sense...
You hold on there, Pete Hogwollop.
We might get some snow, but do we worry about snow on the sidewalks?
No.
And I'll tell you why.
First off it doesn't hardly ever snow to begin with.
Secondly when it does snow, it's such an unexpected treat we don't begrudge it. We don't stand at the window, shaking our fist, shouting at Mother Nature.
No, we put on 14 pairs of pants, put socks on our hands and bread bags on our feet. We go outside and we stick our tongues out and run around the yard trying to catch a flake on our tongue. We slobber on light poles and wonder why our tongue won't stick. We sing "Walking in a Winter Wonderland" like a hoard of deranged Dean Martins and we make 9 inch tall snowmen with grass and leaves sticking out of them.
Thirdly, when it snows we don't use sidewalks or even streets. After a good twenty minutes or so of wearing ourselves out pretending we're yankees, Russians, eskimos or penguins, we go inside, peel off the 14 pairs of pants and damp socks from our hands, drink hot chocolate, cover up with about 14 blankets and hunker down for about 16 hours.
Ain't nothin gonna happen that can't wait until the bad weather leaves and sanity is restored.
Heck, sometimes our weathermen can scare our city officials so badly, we shut down everything across eight counties and it won't even snow.
Fourthly if we did have to go outside to go somewhere's the sidewalk would be the least of our worries. More likely we'd be wondering why the outside faucet bib won't turn on so we can hose the ice and snow off our car. We'd soon realize we're much better off tending to that faucet than going on any fool errand away from the house.
Fifthly, if there ever came a day snow piled up on our sidewalk and stayed there for so long that we couldn't even hose it off, then we would understand that God is telling us that we just move somewhere further south to a climate that's better fit for living creatures.
It's not that complicated.
