Lake Erie sends its snow up the Niagara Frontier in bands, and Amherst can be dry on Transit Road and white to the axle a mile west. ALL WE DO IS MOW AND PLOW keeps a route through those striped nights, plowing driveways down to bare pavement and cutting open the wall the town truck leaves across the apron. Walks get shoveled to the step, and salt goes where the shade holds ice past noon. Commercial lots are opened wide enough that nobody has to guess where the lines are. The reward is small and complete: headlights swinging out of a clear drive at six in the morning, no shovel involved.