Snow reaches Morristown from the northwest, sliding down off the Highlands and finding the town's hill streets first, so that by midnight the lamps along the older blocks near the Ford Mansion are lit up with falling white. Worldprimoshop.com works those hours, plowing driveways back to their full width, cutting a clean path from door to curb, and salting the shaded walks that would otherwise stay treacherous until noon. There is a real satisfaction in the last pass of a route, headlights on a driveway that is simply pavement again while the rest of the street sleeps. Storms here rarely follow the forecast exactly, so the work is measured storm by storm, sometimes twice in a night. By the time Morristown wakes up, the way out is already open.