Here's a picture of our house....it's the one with the firetruck in the driveway. Within minutes there was a firetruck in every driveway. Green ones, red ones and yellow too.....they came from as far away as San Diego.
From where I took the picture is as far as we went. Once the firemen had the hoses strung to the back yard we went back into the house. I should have sent my wife to the shelter because it was damned near impossible to get any sleep with her there. But I was going to need a driver in the morning.
I was having a tough night before the fire. Halfway into a gallon of magnesium citrate there was pounding on the door. A policeman said that we had to evacuate. I said, "Well sir you've caught me at a bad time."
The next morning as we returned from the hospital that same policeman stopped us a mile from home and said that we couldn't go any further. I had to walk home and my wife spent the next three days at a shelter. I couldn't even get a pizza delivered and she got Happy Meals. One of the things I love about her is that she seldom gets upset about stuff happening. Oh she was scared alright, really scared, dare I say scared shltless when, in the long run, I was the shltless one.
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