February 17, 2012 at 3:15 am in The Farmington Independent
When I lived in town, I used to count sirens at night. Weird as that might sound, I did it, whether I wanted to or not.
I’d hear the sirens in the summer especially, when I would have my windows open in the evenings. At times, I’d wake from a sound sleep. I’d lie there, listening, and counting. Continue Reading