 And I called my son, who lives down here, and I said, hey, John, when do the plows come out? And he said, mother, we don't have plows here. I said, well, what do you do with the snow? And he said, we watch it melt. I lived in Minneapolis for one year in 1978. I can remember getting six feet of snow in one night. Six feet? Yep. That's 60 inches of rain.