Saturday, March 28, 2009

Stop on the Way


We got stopped on our way to Jamie’s mother’s house by a car that had just caught on fire. Since we were only a few car lengths away we had a front row seat for all the action. Like the sheriff directing traffic, who fit the stereotype of a small sheriff. Or the volunteer fire fighters that we there almost immediately their pick up trucks, I took much longer for their colleagues to show up in the actual fire truck.

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