Readers – do not be alarmed, but pay careful attention to what I am about to share with you. Yesterday, a convention full of North Dakota firefighters converged on West Fargo. I know this not because I was asked to be the honorary goodwill ambassador, a speaker, or even a mascot – I know this because I passed a sign on Main that welcomed the convention attendees to West Fargo. Yes indeed, the North Dakota Firefighter’s Association’s 129th Annual State Convention started on Thursday and runs through Saturday afternoon right here in my humble little city (well, technically it isn’t mine, but I am a proud West Fargo-ite).
I am going to move past how slighted I feel by the convention snub and focus instead on the clear and present danger this convention creates in the West Fargo area. I am, after all, a risk-focused chick and I am attuned to these things. I feel that the least I can do is share areas of concern with readers of The New Forty. What good is having a blog if I cannot use it to keep folks out of harm’s way? So, here is the problem illustrated below by photo blogger Sarcastic Mama.
Wow. We’ve got trouble…right here in River City…there was a run on matches at the local Sunmart. Women are getting all dolled up and setting up their lawn chairs in their front yards. Something is afoot – the balance of nature has been set off-kilter. The concentration of this many firefighters in West Fargo is unhealthy. This could go horribly awry…and my neighbor’s house could burn down. 😉
Day one thousand four hundred and thirty of the new forty – obla di obla da