Here's a familiar byline I used to enjoy reading in the Salt Lake Trib – Holly Mullen makes a welcome addition to the rest of the citizen journalists of Blogaria. Or journalist citizens – it works both ways.
All I can see of the Wasatch Mountains today is a faint outline. Same for the Oquirrhs to the west. The smog has swallowed them. It’s gone on far too long — a winter smogfest and temperature inversion going on three weeks now. The air is so chalky, sooty thick I gave up my outdoor run today and looped around an indoor track for five miles. I felt like a hamster rolling one of those exercise balls around a room.
Now that is a feature of winter in the Salt Lake Valley that I do not miss. I used to get horrid, horrid sinus infections as a kid and teenager, and of course I could look forward to my annual 6 weeks of bronchitis every October or November when the cold set in, the furnace came on, and my chest would tighten until it hurt to breathe.
Now would be a good time for my sister Timmy to chime in and use either "crud" or "gomboo" in a sentence (both family words that mean "upper respiratory infection" )