Friday, December 08, 2006

Open Fire, Hold the Chestnuts


About 30 years ago this house caught on fire. Someone left a smoldering cigarette on the couch. The flames could be seen for blocks. Nobody was killed, but the place was a mess. I remember passing it the next day and being creeped out by the blackened beams and holes chopped into the wall.
Long since repaired and remodled, this house "burns" nightly each December. I bet the electric bill is a burn too.

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