Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Close to Home
On the bus home, my passenger-pal Jean told me that there was a fire on the [xxxx] block of my street and asked me if I'd seen the news. I hadn't, so she pulled it up on her phone-gadget and we found a TV news picture of my block engulfed in smoke, fire trucks and firefighters everywhere. I looked around for orderlies from the psych ward , but didn't see any, which was a relief, but it was still pretty stressful to see that picture and wonder if it was my house that was burning.
The fire was pretty bad but I don't think anyone was injured and it was at the other end of the block, across the corner from me, so we didn't get smoke damage, just a lingering chemically smell in the air.
By the time I got home the fire had been extinguished and the smoke had cleared.
It was a reasonably warm night, so I sat on the stoop for a while, watching the lights and wondering what the future holds next.