Snow comes over Nobska in a slant, chased in off Vineyard Sound. Surf Drive goes white in an hour. The Falmouth Handyman takes the storms as they arrive — plowing, shoveling, clearing whatever needs clearing so a door opens and a car gets out. Nothing about it is complicated. A drive scraped to gravel before the ferry horn sounds down in Woods Hole, a step swept so nobody has to guess where the edge is. Falmouth in January, made passable one address at a time.