You know that house we just bought?
It almost burned to the ground.
I'm not kidding.
You see, I bought a propane grill for the first time this weekend, and used it Saturday night. It went well, although the food could've been better I guess.
The next morning we went to church. I had to play the bass and fill in for the pastor. Busy morning.
On the drive back, we encountered fire trucks at the entrance of our cul-de-sac.
"Oh dear God, I've only been here a few months and I've already taken out part of the neighborhood."
I held my breath as I turned the corner.
The house was still standing (I'm in it right now). There were two trucks blocking our driveway. I had to get out and find out what was the matter.
"Are you Mr. Brown?"
"Aw shit..." "Yes."
Turns out a nearby neighbor decided to burn a tree stump with cooking oil and, since it's been dry and windy lately, the wind carried the flames into all the neighbors' yards. We are on a cul-de-sac that is inside a circular street, so we have neighbors and then we have neighbors roundabout us. The fence behind us is charcoal. The trees are scorched. The grass is black.
The fire came within five feet of our home.
Our backyard looks like Mordor.
