Long before the first Harlem Line train pulls out of Tuckahoe, Eastchester's driveways have to be open. Empire Maintenance Group takes the plow out into that blue-black hour, pushing the night's snow off aprons and walks and salting the slick spot where a hill meets a curb, so nobody stands in a drift waiting on a ride. Come April the same streets ask for something gentler, and the work turns green: mowing, edging, the tidy sweep of a cleanup that clears whatever winter left behind. Two trades, one town, and the plain pleasure of a driveway you can back out of at six in the morning.