It was still hot and sweaty in the midday sun just a couple of days after Labor Day in New York, and at first glance, you’d think we were out in the yard in the dead of winter. Why were we out in the yard you ask? We were laying out our truck’s snow chains because our Service Manager, Tommy, at my family’s company made us do this every year right after Labor Day.
This was an annual ritual triggered by the calendar. No, not Outlook or Google Calendar, but the one with photos in it on each page that you had to flip after each month.