IN THE spring, the Alaska Highway, a gravel road, begins to thaw. Usually the road center becomes bare first. One spring while traveling to Whitehorse I noticed in the distance a car on the shoulder of the road, apparently stuck. As I approached, a woman appeared with a shovel and began digging in the center of the road. As I stopped she threw some gravel under the front wheels of her large car.
I asked, "Don't you think you should have put the dirt under the back wheels?"
"Hell, no, " she replied.
"I've already got those going."
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