Hee hee - when my elderly neighbors were still alive (rest in peace, Kay and Charlie), I or another neighbor would usually shovel them out. I got "caught" one day, but they didn't say a thing ... so I didn't know until a few days later, when Kay called me over, and presented me with an entire pie tin of Peanut Butter Fudge. I told her that wasn't necessary, but she demurred, saying something about having the ingredients on hand, etc. I brought it to the office, as it was too much for Paul and I to tackle without eating ourselves sick. At the end of the day, one co-worker came up to me and said "Can you shovel Kay's driveway again? That was GOOD fudge!"

Liz, you may eventually find out.

One year, I was out shovelling a big storm pretty late at night - I like shoveling, so I'm the one who usually does it. I still had half the driveway to do when a nice man in a pick-up with a plow stopped and said "want help?" and plowed the rest for me! Between the fog on my glasses, things being obscured by being bundled up, and his being inside the truck with the window only rolled down a little, and snow on my glasses, I wasn't sure who it was. Months later I recognized the color and size of the pick-up when I saw Mr. Banks - from down the street - drive by. He never admitted to it, but other neighbors confirmed it was probably him!