A little more than a week ago, Chestertown was hammered with snow. Approximately 20 inches accumulated, and so that people could continue to park and shop at Acme, snowplows cleared certain parts of the parking lot while creating huge, impromptu ice mountains in others.
The other night we were out visiting our friendly neighborhood Taco Bell for a late-evening repast. It was an unseasonable, eerie 50 degrees outside. As we were leaving the establishment laden with inadvisable delights, we noticed that the snow mounds were behaving strangely. They were, in fact, steaming enthusiastically.
If only we had been filming an independent horror flick about the elusive Chestertown Yeti, he who remains doggedly loyal to the Acme of his youth, in spite of the unquestionably superior bakery and deli options at nearby Superfresh.
