January 16, 2006


Nothing like being woken up at 4:40 in the morning by ever-closing-in firetruck sirens. It's normal to hear them some evenings, as they go by, sirens wailing but diminishing with the distance. But it's not normal to hear the sirens at a constant rate of volume, then get louder, then slowly fade, then get louder . . . and louder . . . and LOUDER . . . and LOUDER STILL until you hear the firetruck's engines, and bakes, and you hear the tires rolling down the hill on YOUR OWN STREET and the sirens are by this time BLARING INCREDIBLY LOUD and that's when you bolt out of bed and run to the window, with the white, red, blue, and yellow lights flashing insanely in all directions.

Yes, there's nothing like waking out of a deep sleep to see a FIRE ENGINE in your driveway, its sirens wailing, its lights flashing, and the firemen inside yelling at each other.

They were lost.

They didn't know where the fire was.

Turns out there WAS a fire. And a house burned down.

Here's the story in the San Diego Union-Tribune. Posted by brian at January 16, 2006 07:51 PM


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