Photo Source: Public Domain Pictures The Nor’easter dumped three feet of snow between midnight and dawn. The forecast had been for inches. I made and drank coffee, called in a no-show at work, bundled up, and grabbed my snow shovel. A town plow had made one center pass, mounding the snow across the street. It would be hours before it would return to clear the sides. Across the street, in front of the facing house, a compact sedan was buried to the windows. It shouldn’t have been...