His neighbors suspect he struck a deal with Old Man Winter.  On mornings after a heavy snowfall as they labor away outside, Richard Burnett leisurely strolls down his perfectly dry, snow-free, stone paver driveway — cup of coffee in hand — to retrieve his newspaper.  He waves pleasantly. Neighbors return to shoveling, muttering unintelligibly.    “Scorn, envy and intrigue,” says Burnett. “I seem to get it all. Those who aren’t too shy ...

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