Lake-effect bands come ashore in Greece with edges you can actually see — bright sky one mile, whiteout the next, three inches an hour wherever the band decides to park. Salce Enterprises plows into that: driveways and lots opened, walks cleared, salt spread before the afternoon melt refreezes at dusk. Pavement along the Ridge Road plazas has to be workable by opening time, which means the night belongs to the trucks. There is something companionable about the radio and the yellow beacons at four in the morning with a whole town asleep behind you. Then the lights come on, and the lot is black and wet and ready.