At three in the morning out on Houghs Neck there is nothing between the truck and the bay but wind, and the snow lands in long drifted fingers across every drive on the peninsula. Snow removal is the whole trade here in Quincy — plowing driveways and lots, cutting back the banks at the corners so a driver can see the road, clearing walks and steps down to bare pavement. Storms that come off this water are heavy and wet, closer to lifting than pushing, and the work goes stack by stack until a street can be lived in again. Nothing beats the sight of a drive already open when the porch lights start coming on and the first commuter looks out the window. On this side of the city, how fast you get there is most of the job, and the name says as much.