- May 29, 2007
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I went to get the mail, and was standing out front across the street talking to someone I had just introduced myself to, who was working on an empty house. We noticed that a house a few houses down on my side of the street, seemed to have a lot of smoke coming from it. Some dumb 19-20 somethings were getting drunk outside and made a stupid campfire next to their house to burn trash in, which is obviously illegal with burn bans in place, anyways.
So we notice that the fire has moved to his grass and chain link fence line, and he and the drunk 19 year old females are running back and forth with containers of water trying to put it out. Just then, the wind whips up strong, and starts blowing the fire directly towards my neighbors house across an empty field next door, and then towards my house, too. The stupid drunk guy starts yelling FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! ect. out loud.
I didn't have my phone on me, and when my new friend tried 911, the stupid dispatch here was screwing around with him, and connecting him to the wrong FD, and wasting several minutes we could have been calling someone else to actually put this out. So the guy I'm talking to fast dials his brother down the street, who owns a water tanker truck and works as a volunteer for a FD in the next city over.
I ran across the street to my house, to grab my phone and call the head of our FD myself, and tell him to get his butt over here ASAP. Meanwhile, while I got back outside, less than a minute later, the fire had now reached my next door neighbors house, and was catching the corner on fire. I ran to his house and started banging on the front door, and the side of his house by his bedroom and told him to get out his house was on fire as loud as I could.
Meanwhile, the guy from across the street had grabbed my neighbors hose, and started putting his house out. My next door neighbor finally came out with a towel wrapped around him, because he had been in the shower with no clue what was going on. He ran back inside to grab some shorts, just as the guy down the street with the tanker truck pulls up and starts putting out the field, which was completely engulfed in flames at this point. After some more time passed, our FD finally shows up and starts putting out the fire, too.
The winds were gusting at 25-30 MPH, and blowing directly towards my neighbors house and mine. If I had not happened to be out there talking to the guy across the street, who would have otherwise been inside working on that house, it's very likely my neighbors house would have been fully engulfed in flames and maybe even my own before these stupid drunk teenagers even picked up the phone to call 911. It literally took less than a minute to cross the field and start my neighbors house on fire, and a minute later would have been burning at my house, too.
Minors, alcohol (and probably drugs) and fire do not mix, kiddos. WTH were you thinking, oh wait, you weren't thinking, that was the problem.
So we notice that the fire has moved to his grass and chain link fence line, and he and the drunk 19 year old females are running back and forth with containers of water trying to put it out. Just then, the wind whips up strong, and starts blowing the fire directly towards my neighbors house across an empty field next door, and then towards my house, too. The stupid drunk guy starts yelling FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! ect. out loud.
I didn't have my phone on me, and when my new friend tried 911, the stupid dispatch here was screwing around with him, and connecting him to the wrong FD, and wasting several minutes we could have been calling someone else to actually put this out. So the guy I'm talking to fast dials his brother down the street, who owns a water tanker truck and works as a volunteer for a FD in the next city over.
I ran across the street to my house, to grab my phone and call the head of our FD myself, and tell him to get his butt over here ASAP. Meanwhile, while I got back outside, less than a minute later, the fire had now reached my next door neighbors house, and was catching the corner on fire. I ran to his house and started banging on the front door, and the side of his house by his bedroom and told him to get out his house was on fire as loud as I could.
Meanwhile, the guy from across the street had grabbed my neighbors hose, and started putting his house out. My next door neighbor finally came out with a towel wrapped around him, because he had been in the shower with no clue what was going on. He ran back inside to grab some shorts, just as the guy down the street with the tanker truck pulls up and starts putting out the field, which was completely engulfed in flames at this point. After some more time passed, our FD finally shows up and starts putting out the fire, too.
The winds were gusting at 25-30 MPH, and blowing directly towards my neighbors house and mine. If I had not happened to be out there talking to the guy across the street, who would have otherwise been inside working on that house, it's very likely my neighbors house would have been fully engulfed in flames and maybe even my own before these stupid drunk teenagers even picked up the phone to call 911. It literally took less than a minute to cross the field and start my neighbors house on fire, and a minute later would have been burning at my house, too.
Minors, alcohol (and probably drugs) and fire do not mix, kiddos. WTH were you thinking, oh wait, you weren't thinking, that was the problem.
