Fort Nonsense sits above Morristown like a held breath, and on the mornings after a storm the whole town below it is one unbroken sheet of white. That is the hour Alex & Son Tree Service LLC likes best — headlights on, blade down, the first clean stripe laid across a driveway that was impassable twenty minutes ago. Snow here comes in off the coast and stacks against the hillside streets, heavy and wet at the bottom of town, lighter up on the ridge. The work is plowing, shoveling the walks right to the door, and putting down salt before the afternoon melt has a chance to set. By the time the sun clears the ridge, the pavement is showing black and the day can simply begin.