The Handyman

About The Handyman

Mount Forist stands over Berlin like a wall, and the streets below it run up at angles that make winter interesting. We plow the driveways and dooryards along them, shovel the steps and the narrow gaps between houses, and sand the pitches where a car would otherwise start thinking about sliding. Snow starts in November here and means it, so the job is staying ahead rather than catching up. First light on a cleared street in the North Country — bare pavement, squared banks, everything where it belongs — is worth the four o'clock alarm. Berlin knows what a real winter is, and so do we.