Last night, more than twenty water lines in downtown Burlington froze and cracked. One of the main lines is just outside our house on the corner of Elm Terrace. We awoke this morning to a steady flow of water oozing out of the top of the street and, remarkably, it is so cold outside that the little creek is actually freezing into an ice slick before reaching the bottom of the street. Since eight this morning the water department guys have been out there digging up the rock-hard pavement, trying to reach the broken line.
Meanwhile, I have no water and in less than an hour there will be five middle-school girls in my house getting ready for their middle-school dance tonight. I can’t wait.