The Cliffs of Insanity

Shortly after midnight, I was rudely awakened by Aunt Tudi urging me to get up, get dressed, and get our water hose hooked up, I needed to go wet the privacy fence in the back yard to keep the fire burning in the trailer park from spreading to us. I flew out of bed and zig-zagged to and fro before I got my bearings and rushed outside. By the time I got out there, though, the fire department had already arrived and was soaking the area much better than I could have with my measly little hose.

I'm not sure what happened to the trailer that Mr. Grizzle used to live in. All I know is that all the metal siding was stripped off the domicile and, shortly afterward, the place was condemned and Mr. Grizzle went to live in a "home." How the blaze started, I don't know. All I know is that it scared the living crap out of me and it took me forever to get back to sleep while I listened to the firemen do their thing.

Before retiring, I got a wee movie of the fire along with a couple of pictures. The voice heard in the movie is Aunt Tudi's, by the by. Southern, ain't she? Barry loved her accent and kept requesting that she say something else. This was the only time I ever regretted working on ridding myself of my accent.



( pictures of the fire )

At least now the eyesore is gone and no one was hurt, as far as I know. I can't be sure of any animals not being hurt, but no people were hurt, of that I have no doubt. The surrounding trees have suffered some damage, but they bounce back fairly quickly from something like this. Who knows how many little birds bought it as a result of the fire, though. Sad.