I came back to my apartment around lunch time only to find the parking lot blocked by a squadron of fire trucks. It is one of the more disconcerting scenes that I have been faced with.I saw one truck before I got into my complex, it was out front and the fellas were putting away the hoses. That was weird, but I figured they might just be there testing the hydrants. There was another truck across from my complex (and across from the one putting away the hoses) just chilling. I thought maybe it was all part of a community outreach thing; you know, let the kids crawl on the truck, don’t play with fire. Then I turned into the complex and drove around back where my apartment is. That is when I saw two more fire trucks, a fire rescue van, some fire suburban, fire men in various states of fire readiness, and bunch of people standing around looking dejected.
I became immediately worried that my apartment had burned down. Did I leave something on the stove? I know I didn’t use my iron today. Is everything alright? But quickly I noticed that they weren’t focused on my side of the complex. It was the opposite side of the parking lot that was drawing the attention. The photo is from just outside of my front door. I don’t know how bad this fire is on a ranking of bad apartment fires but I do know that the apartment in question no longer has a roof (on the back side, it looks surprisingly good from the front. Most of the damage was in the porch area, I wonder if they were grilling on their porch). I figure it and every apartment connected to it is going to have to be vacated.
What a disaster. I actually have renters insurance. But my fear has never really been for the financial loss. Its all the stuff. And I’m not being purely materialistic here. Materially they can all be replaced. Sentimentally, they can’t. Hell, I couldn’t replace some of the books I have even if I tried, not to mention photos and other sundry artworks. I really feel for those people. I am told no one was hurt.
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