Winter arrives in Holland Charter Township sideways, off the big lake, in bands that can bury the James Street corridor while the sun is still out over Zeeland. 3SIXTY Handyman works the hours in between — after the last flake, before the first commute. A driveway opened at four in the morning is a small, complete thing: black pavement, square corners, salt laid where the ice would have set. Walks get shoveled down to the concrete, not almost. By the time the township wakes and the US-31 traffic starts moving, the clearing is already behind them, and the day belongs to whoever lives there.