Wind comes over Avon Mountain and drops the tail of a storm on West Hartford's western streets, and by four in the morning the whole town is a single quiet color. One Man With A Truck LLC is already moving through it, plowing driveways, opening walks, cutting a path from the door out to the car. Salt goes down where shade keeps ice past noon, and the pile is pushed clear of the mailbox and the sightline at the end of the drive. From Bishops Corner south to Elmwood the route runs on repeat for as long as the storm lasts. The whole point is a driveway that is finished before anyone has to think about it.