They say that the Indian rain dance never failed because the Indians never stopped dancing until it rained. In that vein and on behalf of windbreaker clad weather preachers near and far, I give you an accurate forecast. Not only did the winds blow, albeit a tick south of projections, but the snow fell and for an hour or so, flakes as big as saucers swirled aimlessly appearing as if Mother Goose botched the dates on the MA State Fish and Game hunting schedule. There are no outages to report and while winds persist, to a diminishing degree, gray skies are beginning to lighten up over an inch of heavy snow.
Sunday – 4/3/16 – 11:32 a.m.
by Jon Clark | Apr 3, 2016 | On-The-Ground
As a lifelong resident of the outer Cape I was the third generation to pick up the mantel in the family construction business. In my early twenties, I called the Cape my home on weekends as I spent several years working for a variety of off-Cape commercial construction companies. My site supervision resume includes two supermarkets, two HUD projects, a funeral home and a handful of steel industrial buildings as well as various restaurant and office remodels.