Char and I, sitting in our apartment, noticed a strange siren from outside the door. Turns out our building isn't really all that well-equipped with loud fire alarms. Not that I mind; I'd notice them. Char, however, would not, if she were sleeping...
But I digress.
So, one of the 19th-floor penthouse suites was aflame in a serious way. Fire licking at the roof, smoke sheeting out. I wish I had a camera. Or, for that matter, apartment insurance.
I'm pretty pleased with the fire department -- less than one hour from alarm to all clear.
Nifty stuff, this whole "Fire" thing.
You live, you learn, I guess.Tweet