Off the beaten Path:

I sometimes take a circuitous route to shul on Saturday mornings. I go past the place where we used to doven, and then navigate around a few choice landmarks. It's a nice walk. But last week in the snow I realized something about my nostalgic route. Part of it goes where no one else would dream of walking. I know that because, for two whole minutes, I walked on pristine, unplowed snow.