Sixteen Acres wakes slowly, its streets curling into cul-de-sacs under big maples, and the ridge out toward Wilbraham takes the first color of a January morning. Anderson Services Inc is already out ahead of that light, pushing back the overnight and opening the turnarounds so nobody has to guess where the pavement ends. The plowing is patient — wide, deliberate passes — while the shoveling is close work at the steps and the mailbox, and the sand goes down on any slope that will glaze by noon. Springfield storms rarely arrive politely, so the schedule bends to the sky and the trucks go when the snow says go. What the neighborhood sees at breakfast is simply an open drive with tidy edges, ready for the day.