So it snows. The University, in its wisdom, says, 'Hey let's load up our shoveled snow, put it in dump trucks (a vehicle know for its quiet subtlety) and put it in front of Ron's house, all night long, with a tractor to move the huge mountains of snow, so we can have room for even more!' My floorboards rattle from the plow shoving it around, and when they back up? That utterly charming toot toot toot noise is just perfect for sleeping! The tank rumblings bring about a kind of Stalingrad vibe, just perfect for winter...