The old ball and chain

If you’ve driven past the tourist information centre at the corner of Mayor Magrath and Scenic Drive South, you may have seen this.

At first glance, you might think Lethbridge is home to Canada’s largest tetherball, or that we decided to retire our city’s beloved wrecking ball. What you are actually seeing is Lethbridge’s “wind gauge”.

Now, I say “wind gauge” because it doesn’t measure wind speed at all since the ball is welded to a piece of metal anchored to the ground.

We have a good sense of humour when it comes to the wind. We are the windiest city in Alberta, and we’re not afraid to poke fun at ourselves because of it. When Environment Canada issues a wind warning for our area, we just take it to mean that it will be more windy than usual. We pull up our hair, slap on a hat, and get on with our day.

We really do have a love/hate relationship with the wind here in Southern Alberta.

The bright side is that we can take advantage of being a windy area by turning wind into electricity via wind turbines like the ones west of Fort Macleod.

Another benefit of our plentiful winds is the Chinook, a warm front that melts winter’s cold, frosty blanket that makes living here more tolerable than many other places in the country.

Love it or hate it, the wind is here to stay.

Do you love or hate the wind in southern Alberta? Why?

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Photo Friday: For sale

The place to park your vehicle if you are wanting to sell it, apparently.

Mammograph versus Mayor Magrath

My husband, Dan, recently called in to complain to a certain unnamed company that a product he received did not meet his expectations. As a thank you for informing the company about the problem, he was going to receive a coupon for a free replacement. I was present in the room while he was on the phone with a representative, giving the mailing address where the coupon could be sent. He repeated it a few times to the rep, who never asked to have anything spelled out, and was told he would receive the coupon within a week’s time.

The envelope pictured above was what we received. My husband was so excited to finally have the coupon that he neglected to see our address hilariously misspelled on both the mailing envelope and the apology letter enclosed with his beloved coupon… till I pointed it out to him. We had a good laugh about it, and I bet the employees at the post office had a good one as well.

For the record, this is what the address was suppose to be, not this. I sure hope there is a difference between a breast exam x-ray and the first mayor of our beloved city (unless someone has a good joke I have not heard yet).