Sprinkles and Drizzles and Showers and Downpours...

..are just some of the words we use to describe water,falling from the sky.

Oddly enough,they are not interchangeable.You either understand their nuance,or find yourself woefully unprepared.

..I thought I'd better write than down.

Today marks the occasion of the annual Salmon Fest here in O-town!

It was on this very date,back in 1963 when the Spanish explorer,Todd DeGama,discovered Salmon in the Feather River while searching for a shorter route to India,..or whatever.

In years past,downtown-O would be the focal point of the celebration.Food and drink,live bands,and vendors hawking their treasures to all and sundry passers-by.Good times generally ensue.

So I toddled my happy ass on down to join in the festivities.

..It began to sprinkle.

Sprinkles were forecast for today..Even the name "sprinkles"sounds all sparkly and festive. Sprinkles are good.

It occurred to me about halfway there,that the sprinkles had crossed the line into drizzles.

Drizzles are defined by that amount of moisture it takes to make your jeans wet enough to cling to the front of your thighs...er..speaking in a weather-wise related type context I mean...Focus people.

By the time I arrived downtown,we had skipped the "showers" portion of our program,and launched instead into a full blown downpour.Whereupon the whole kit-and-kaboodle slammed shut faster than a speakeasy,with Elliot Ness pounding at the door..(Is it just me,..or are metaphors getting really hard to come by these days?).

Salmon Fest was over...

TOMORROW: Salmon Porn!