Snow in Huntington usually begins after dark and keeps at it, and by four in the morning every driveway on the side streets has gone under one smooth blank sheet. Jose B Flores is out in that hour with the plow down, opening drives, clearing a path to the door and salting where the melt will refreeze by dawn. The route runs back and forth across town while the storm lasts, then again once it quits, so nobody wakes up boxed in. Aprons get extra attention, because that hard ridge left by the town plow is the part that strands a car. First light on a cleared driveway is the whole reward.