In my neighborhood of Narberth, a walkable Philadelphia-area Borough built mainly in the early 20th century (imagine Mayberry, only better), we have been snowed in like everyone else.  But, unlike more auto-oriented places, life manages to go on in the snow in Narberth, only without the car.  Last Saturday, my wife and daughters trudged through the snow to buy bread at the Narberth Cheese Shop and croissants at Le Petit Mitron.  Wednesday, we walked to town and picked up cold cuts at American Family Market, whose proprietor, Angelo, insisted on staying open even though it was a both a blizzard and his birthday.  That evening, with cabin fever setting in, the girls and I doned our ski gear and hiked up to The Greeks for dinner with friends.

 

For our family, the snow days were no hardship at all.  If anything, the neighborly sharing of shovels and snow blowers, the hours spent sledding at Narbrook Park, and the snowy trudges to town were special blessings, blessings pretty much unique to dense, walkable places like Narberth.