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 Oh, it was forty years ago -- please mark the date, kind reader -- when full of rain and melting snow rolled on the lordly Cedar, and January skies were gray, a color often mentioned, a babe first saw the light of day, dynamic and high-tensioned. A child a city learned to love and treat with veneration, so soon to be a giant of his metered generation! Unlike a lot of other tots in downy fleeces bedded, he played with volts and kilowatts -- the lad was hydro-headed! He dreamed of dams and power plants that run the household gadget, and when the kid outgrew his pants they moved him to the Skagit. Where torrents swollen by the rain engaged in awesome frolics, he grabbed white horses by the mane and tamed them with hydraulics. He turned out watts to run our trams and never once did fail 'em, and filled the stream with power dams from Ruby to Newhalem. And so let's have a birthday cake -- it only takes a minute -- they kind he'd like to have us make -- with lots of currents in it. City Light Has A Birthday, Carlton Fitchett, Seattle P-I, January 18, 1945 |
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