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Bad Air Week! Cough! Gag!

It's times like these that I remember those days of wanting clean air to inhale. For the past week and a half, the valley has be socked in with the inversion. The polluted air from exhaust and every known gas emmission is trapped in the air we breathe. When we're in doors, we don't notice it but when you step outside, you get your lungs full, you immediately know the difference.

We've lived on the Wasatch front going on 15 years now, and I've never noticed it this bad. You can see it as you drive, looking at the mountain range, or even When our family was younger, our daughter Nikki could tell if the air was bad, or even if there was an approaching storm. Sort of like a built it barometer in her system. Of course, she'd take a puff of her inhaler to help clear the air passages.

During the week, as I prepare to go to work, I'd step out the front door, and immediately I could tell that the air was bad. Now, I long for the cool clean air in the early morning but I guess I have to wait until a storm strong enough to stir up the air and move this bad stuff out.

Remember when you were younger and riding in a car with all the windows up and someone let one go? Its sort of like that. Our kids would say, "If you smelled it, then you probably dealt it." Now that was a trueism of monumental proportions. We could all be sitting in the family room watching a movie and all of a sudden, the silent but deadly (powerful wiff) of another one that got away would interrupt the room and we'd take an instant air break.

The air is so bad that it doesn't even come close to the old, "Pull my finger?" So, there's bad air, then there's BAD air.

As you ponder these thoughts, which is worst? . . . . . . . . . . Happy Weekend.