Smokey Air

Ashton, MD -- We were down in Atlanta over the weekend visiting my aunt & uncle, buddies, and one of Katie's friends. On the cooler of the two nights, Saturday to Sunday, the air for once wasn't some stickey, humid, sweaty clothes mess. But, with the wind blowing, it allowed a blast of "crisp" air. When we woke up, it smelled like the pasture behind my aunt's and uncle's house was on fire. Instead it was the air from the south Georgia, north Florida wildfires! The air was so thick that you couldn't see a half of a mile in front of you. It smelled like that first week of autumn where everyone's using their chimney for the first time. The most baffling thing about it was that the fires were over 250 miles away!

There were reports out of Charlotte, NC, that they could smell the fires all the way up there. It was probably more like traces from the fireworks that the rednecks in South Carolina set off on a nightly basis.

We attended the Braves' game on Sunday afternoon and you could smell the smoke in the air as well. It just seems ridiculous that: a) we could smell the smoke from that far of a distance; b) why hasn't our superior technology contained the fires? There hasn't been a drop of rain in two months. Are the wells really running that dry? Then again, this is south Georgia. Some pockets down there, such as Macon, Waycross, Valdosta and Albany are still living in the Antebellum South. The worst news: there's no rain in sight!