
Remembering the Scheels
After being assigned to write a story about a 90-year-old man who had no idea what the term “elderly” meant, I had no idea what to expect. When I pulled into the driveway at his home, I figured it out before I had a chance to get out of my vehicle. Although somewhat frail, the man was scooping snow with a large scoop shovel with the mercury fighting to stay above 10 degrees. And he wasn’t taking little scoops like you would expect from a man his age. He would fill the shovel