Down at Momauguin the snow rarely falls straight. The wind comes across the water and lays it sideways against the garage doors, then drifts it back an hour after you have driven away. Goraieb property maintenance takes that on — plowing the driveways, opening the walks, clearing the strip in front of the mailbox that everyone else forgets, and returning when the wind rewrites the job. A cleared drive on a shore street in January is a small argument that the day still belongs to you. The satisfaction lives in the corners: square, scraped down, no ridge left waiting at the curb.