The guy across the street from me has a wall o' snow waist high he's trying to add to the top of. Me, because I was out all night off and on -- my pile is only a little higher than my knee. Mind you the base of it is as big as my kitchen table...

That stuff is HEAVY.

(And we're not used to it yet. This year, the snow in Boston went:

flake...flake... Flakityflake...

FLAKE!