The morning after a storm, Park Avenue in Rutherford wakes up under a foot of white, and the ridge the borough sits on hands you a view of the Meadowlands going blue in the early light. Work starts before that light does — plowing driveways, shoveling the steps and front walks of those tall porched houses, and salting so the sidewalk is safe by the time the first commuter heads for the train. In the warm half of the year it turns into mowing, trimming, edging and cleanups on lots that are narrow, shaded, and unforgiving of a sloppy line. Rutherford is a walking town, which means everything done to a property is read at street level by everyone passing. Doing it well is simply how you belong here.