Things have been insane lately, and I’ve been quoting a classmate of mine going through the same work/school insanity who said “it can’t get any worse than it is right now.” Why oh why do I bother tempting fate like this:
The under construction house next to ours caught on fire last Wednesday night/Thursday morning. I was fast asleep due to a late night but Alexis heard a loud crash at 3am and yelled “FIRE!” This woke me up but I was totally disoriented, didn’t know if it was inside or outside the house. We called 911, and the owner who lives across the street. We ran outside and saw that there were flames pouring out of the windows on the side next to our house, and starting to burn the tree and fence between the houses (this was literally 10 feet from our bedroom window). We manned spray hoses from both ends and tried to keep things from advancing, but when the fire department got there about 10 minutes later it was clear that the other house was a goner.
The scary part is that if we hadn’t been home I think this could have been a lot worse. No-one else on the block came out of their houses until they heard the fire trucks there, and things were already moving pretty fast when we placed that call. As someone whose away from home pretty often, my worst nightmare from before was coming home to a house that fell down, this came scarily close to coming true. I still don’t think I’ve fully processed this information, but its been a little stressful.
Rand Wacker 
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