I woke up this morning and realized that summer has finally caught up with us here in the heartland. My air conditioning still wasn't on, but the fan was not quite doing the trick. I planned to be gone most of the day and I'm leaving tomorrow for the fourth of July, but my canary, Jack, is holding down the fort and I need to decide whether or not he is tropical enough to leave without AC for a few days.
While I was pondering this I heard sirens, lots of sirens! I live fairly close to a busy street so I do hear these things once in a while, but these seemed to be unusually close. Typical of me, a few minutes after I heard them I forgot about them, until...
I heard more sirens and then even more and I thought, this must be a big fire and it must be in our part of town. A few minutes later my apartment filled with the acrid smell of smoke burning old wood!
I rushed outside to see the apartment building half a block away burning! The parking lot was filled with fire trucks of every sort and ambulances and at first I felt sick, but then one of the cleaning women told me that building was empty. The firemen were hot, the building is a mess, but no one was hurt.
I drove out of here this morning, on my way to the museum where I volunteer, through smoke like pea soup fog, but when I came back a few minutes ago, it is all over except for the clean up.
I found these pictures of it, if you want to look:
http://www2.pantagraph.com/shared-content/gallery/?galleryid=4&gallery_page=0&album_page=0&albumid=1711&mediaid=39490
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