Breaking Grime Bros

About Breaking Grime Bros

Four in the morning on the Marquette hills, and the streetlights are just cones of falling white. Breaking Grime Bros works those grades before the first commuter tries them — plowing driveways, clearing walks down to the pavement, laying salt and sand where a slope wants to turn to glass. Lake Superior throws its snow in sideways bands off the open water, and a single night can bury a driveway twice over; the answer is simply to come back. There is a specific satisfaction in black asphalt framed by clean banks, cut square at the apron, waiting for a car that never has to slow down. By the time the east sky goes gray over the lake, the route is finished and the coffee is finally worth drinking.