So my intention is to post a sentimental sunday post every sunday. Just for me really, so I can write down some of my thoughts, and memories and stuff. But here is what happened today. My work radio went off at 6am (the good part about this is that I had been folding laundry in my sleep and so I was partially awake already). So even though I'm not on call, I was the lead worker on call, the on call worker lives in Morgan which defaults any emergency responses to me. He said that dispatch told him a fire hydrant had been hit by a car and it wasn't very bad, but it was bubbling up a little water. I'm not sure where she get's her definition of bad. I drove into work and picked up my truck and went to the address and that's what I found. A 30+ ft geiser of water. It was more fantastic than Old Faithful in Yellowstone, especially because it keeps going and going and going. Educational Sidenote: Fire hydrants in Utah are generally "dry barrels", which mean
Just the thoughts, and musings of one very strange, unqualified person.