OH MY A FIRE TRUCK! I lived in the city so I know how sirens become background noise to life, and are easy to ignore. Out here in the country sirens are the cause of excitement, curiosity and fear. This mornings siren, around 7:30, drifted into the house as a shock. "Honey, is that your phone?" "What?" "The siren. Is that on your phone?" "Not me!" I looked through the bedroom window and through the trees caught flashing lights heading north." "I better check this out." Check it out because I worry. You worry. We all worry. I threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, grabbed my keys and jumped in my truck. What I worry most of all this time of year are grass fires. A fast melt, and stiff breezes have dried ditches up to tinderbox status in places. I have a hard time understanding why anyone still smokes, but what really pisses me off is when they flick their butts out the window. (Cigarette butt. I should re-word the previous ...
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