One cold, rainy trip into town, I had to stop in a tight curve behind a county work truck blocking my lane. A man hopped out, grabbed a shovel from the truck bed, scooped a flattened 'possum from the road, and sent me on my merry way.
Since I couldn't thank him, I thanked God, along with my tax dollars. It's nice knowing, in freezing winter drizzle...
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