Imagine that you have just fallen asleep in your large comfy bed. The cares of the day just subdued in a deep, relaxing sleep when, all of a sudden, you are awakened by the cry "FIRE!" A strident blast of panic that somehow makes it's alarming way into the kaleidescope of your slumbering and distorted dreams. You're awake now, aren't you. Did somebody say "fire"? You question. Where? In my house? Thankfully no, but nevertheless disturbing because, just across the street, mere minutes away from your door, flames are leaping high into the air, the inferno blazes, practically on your doorstep and no where do you see anyone. Your stumbling, sleep numbed brain frantically thinks, "Call 911!" But before you can act you hear the sirens, someone has called ahead of you and now all you can do is wait to see the fire trucks arrive, a part of you still wondering if this is really real.

It was. It happened last night in the wee hours of a Saturday morning, the garage of the house across the street from us was ablaze. I could write more I suppose but, a picture is worth, well, you know.