If I ever write an auto-biography, this story most likely will be there. It is a story about my life I thought you might find interesting. Many times when I tell my stories, people say, “You should write a book about that.” So, here’s a start…

1968 Minnesota -- One winter day in Minnesota it snowed so much that school was cancelled for the day. This was not an unusual occurrence, since it snows a lot in Minnesota.

However, this winter had been an exceptionally snowy one, so there was a lot of snow -- I think at least four feet in our yard. In addition to dropping much snow on us, the sky also added a great deal of wind. The snow piled into deep and almost unmanageable drifts. It drifted so much in our back yard that the snow covered our fence and clothes line poles. It even drifted up to the roof of our back porch.

Our house was about 50 feet from the garage and it was my job to shovel the snow to make a path from the house to the garage. That day I dug a tunnel. It took me about four hours, but I successfully cleared a snow tunnel and a path to the garage.