Sunny, With a Chance of Puerile Humor

It's a beautiful, sunny day here in the Northwest. It's the kind of Spring day that makes everything in its path come alive. Trees are dancing in all their verdant finery, dandelions are scattered about the field, the snow on the upper reaches of the mountains is shimmering in the sun, and the birds and frogs are partyin' down.


You'd never know that just a couple of miles away, on the other side of our sleepy, bucolic town, disaster waits. A couple of days ago, after a good rain storm, the levy broke on a pond that was used for spilling waste from a dairy farm. Nasty, ecoli rich feces-filled viscous ooze flooded the surrounding field and made its way to the nearby creek. It poses a serious threat to the Snohomish river (where Steve and buddies are often found fishing) that runs along the opposite side. We've been watching news helicopters fly and hover over the scene of the grime for a couple of days now. We make jokes with each other. When we turn on the news we now refer to it as The Poop Scoop.


It's as big as excitement gets in the thriving, bustling metropolis of Snohomish, WA. (For those of you who may not understand the sarcasm inherent in that statement, were you to drive by Snohomish just as you blink, you would miss it... conversely, that's exactly why I like it here.) It all just goes to show you that no matter where you are, and no matter how beautiful it is...


.... shit happens.