Apparently, the answer is not very often. Which is probably why, when this guy came down our street to clear it up and make it a bit wider again, all three of my boys were glued to the window. It's essentially a giant snow blower, it sucked up the snow from the road and shot it across everyone's yards (this upset Josh a little since he had spent the night before shovelling out the front yard into a sort of fort formation, and this machine pretty much filled in all his hard work). I'm guessing that at some point in his travels on our street, things got too cold so he had to break out his blowtorch to heat up parts of the snow blower machine thing.
I think the fact that there was a blowtorch shooting flames into a machine for a solid ten minutes might have softened the blow of the snow fort for Josh. He certainly was the most amused of the three when it came to the fire. Zeke and Deacon were just thrilled this giant truck came down our street and stopped right in front of our house at lunch time so they could eat their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while they stood on the couch looking out the window.
Who knew Alaska could hold such excitement?