One of my favorite memories of Crazy Al, is being woken up by the sound
of his snow plow blasting up my drive way at high speeds, and seeing
the flashing yellow light of his truck, reflecting on the ceiling of my
bedroom before the early morning light. I would open my curtain, and
wave at the snow removal master, then quickly get dressed to go out and
move my car. I still cannot believe he is actually gone.  zw