The Tank

I was riding my bike through Toogood Arm when I came across a “tank”. When I was growing up in Montreal these machines were used to clear the sidewalks of winter snow. I don’t know if such machines are still in use. As children, we would imagine these contraptions to be “enemy” tanks and pelt them with snowballs. I’m not sure what the drivers thought of this. For the most part they seem to take it in stride. I think it was quite a common practice among the young, who threw snowballs.

As I drove by, I stopped and asked the people if they would mind if I took a picture. They happily agreed. I told them the story, as a form of justification. We spoke for about 20 minutes. Like so many other people I met, they had children living out of the province, in their case, in Ontario.