What’s the story here?

Hmmm…. so, I ride in to church CHristmas morning, and the roads are so good that I could actually ride, not wimp out and walk, so I had so much extra time that I rode a little extra.  I cut through Beckman and, what ho?   They’ve plowed the parking lot?  Interesting.   I mean, I could understand that some grad student might have to do drudgery… but such lowly folks wouldn’t merit plowing.   But here:

But there it is — the vehicle of somebody important enough…

(but you’d think s/he’d get a truck that could go through a few inches without having to have a fleet of plows preceding…)

Then I looked closer at who at least one space was reserved for.   HMMM….