Smokey La Smoke Smoke

If there’s a smokey-haze mystery between you and your Memorial Day barbecue-beach-parade, haze that sometimes smells sweet, almost like smoke from cherry wood, this is smoke from huge fires in Canada. The Gulf Stream is carrying the smoke down at least as far as Boston’s South Shore. It’s going to stay this way until the Gulf Stream changes.

I thought this would be a big news item on Google, but No. I called my local friendly Fire Department phone answerer, who knew immediately what the smoke monster was. Duxbury Fire Department, 1; Google, 0.

We now return to our regularly scheduled pile of ugly mushrooms:

Ugly Pile of Mushrooms

Comments

David said…
Hey Paula, we just received a reverse call from our town's Emergency Operations Center here in Bridgewater about this.
May 31, 2010
P.L. Frederick said…
Bridgewater musta heard about it from Small & Big. Hee hee!
June 01, 2010
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