I have worried this was the case all week, but today I cannot deny it. The AT&T building has fixed their awesome noise. Now, instead of sounding like some metal dragon waking to scream into the first verse of “The Immigrant Song,” it makes a completely ordinary iron-horsey snorty noise and kicks on.
No, damn it, AT&T! That noise was awesome.
Fine, sure, you’re being respectful of your other neighbors, but what about this one?
And today would have been the perfect morning for dragon noises–with the fog struggling to rise out of the hills and the cold sparkle of frost on everything. The thought of an ancient fiery serpent curled on a pile of gold would have been a perfect capper to our walk.
Oh, and get this. Someone has thrown a cross out on the side of Lloyd, by the cow pasture. A small wooden cross about, I’m going to say three and a half feet tall, with a hole drilled in the top–some kind of decoration for sure. Just tossed onto the side of the road.
I should have taken a picture.