Twas a dark and stormy night in early January, I night that brought with it not inches of snow, but inches of ice. We all huddled together in our respective homes and hovels to wait out the storm over a game of Scrabble or Yahtzee under a bank of 75 watt halogens until.... The temperature remained at that sweet spot of just about freezing for two long, ice kept building, and the grid failed. Power was down through a good chunk of the state, no tv, no radio, and most importantly no heat. The residual would keep us through the night, but who knew how long we'd be without. So the patriarch (Ken) and his minions (myself and a young Katherine), set out to find a generator. We had to search far and wide as many were without power and generators became scarce, with the help of one Mike Buurma we located a warehouse that could supply us with the goods we sought, and with countless "hey Mikes"(hey mikes are for you kat) we secured our bounty and returned to our hearth to provide heat for the family. Luckily the power came back on not to long after and what you see above is the extraordinary effort to remove the vast debris and detritus covering our yard. It nearly destroyed the swing set and took us nearly the entire afternoon to clear the yard, and afternoon we will never get back.....