My Toyota Tacoma after the snowstorm.

Snow started falling over the Maryland peninsula on Sunday, and it didn’t stop until Monday afternoon by which time the sky gods had dumped as much as 15 inches of the stuff on anything that stood or lay in its path.

To be correct, of course — and why not? — this is the Delaware, Maryland, Virginia peninsula. All three states claim a part of this area of the Chesapeake Bay.

It’s an area of chicken “factories” and fishing fleets, of crab cakes and casinos. There are enough Trump morons in these parts to stock a decent Mississippi county jail, and enough Democrat leaning voters to give you hope.

The most popular restaurant is a convenience store chain known as Royal Farms, which sells fried chicken by the bucket load and gasoline by the gallon. The chicken gets rave reviews from the locals.

I’ve been here cat-sitting for the past two weeks. It’s a yearly chore. Five cats. Hazel helps me keep them in line.

Anyhow, we made it through the storm without any damage other than a yard full of. broken tree limbs.

Throughout the neighborhood trees were down and government road crews were busy with big snow plows, snow blowers and other imposing implements that more northern locals clearly keep in ready supply for just such emergencies as we have here over the past few days.

And despite what one might think from the photo above, my truck didn’t have a scratch — at least one that I could see beyond the ordinary dings of 10-years and 180,000 miles of frequent use.

The gods smile on the Toyota Motor Car Co.