Llove Letters

As I was getting my boots on this morning, my wife advised me that the gas company was in the front yard of my house digging up our gas meter. Now I might think that they were just going to provide me with a shiny new meter if it were not for the fact that houses in this part of the world keep blowing up. I told my wife I had seen the “gas sniffing” truck on our street and in our neighborhood a few  days ago, and perhaps there were some leaks in the area. She made some smart remark about whether the sniffing truck look like a dog, all…