fire marshal – Off Center & Not Even

I answered a phone call a few weeks ago:

Me: “¡Dígame!”

Caller: “This is the Corrales Fire Chief. This is not an Emergency! Do you have a few minutes to talk?”

Me: “Yes!”

CFC: “Someone named Jake requested we install a fire hydrant on your road. Do you know who Jake is?”

Me: “Jake’s my dog!”

CFC: “Oh! Ok! That makes sense. I guess.”

Me: “Jake loves the fire hydrant on the west side of the drainage ditch.”

CFC: “[A slight chuckle] Your neighbors on Dixon Road gave us right-of-way across the eastern edge of their property for us to install a fire hydrant on the north side of your road. The hydrant will be half way between your house and the house at the top of the road. Can we have permission to face it toward your road and have access to it from your road?”

Me: “Of course. Jake will be a happy dog to have a fire hydrant much closer to our house!”

CFC: “I suppose he will. Thank you! Bye!”

Me: “¡Adiós!”

Jake’s new fire hydrant waiting for it’s first peemail message.

I am posting my blog very late today, because I got home late from the fire. The flamenco studio on the end of our block caught on fire yesterday afternoon and it turned into a major fire that threatened the rest of the block. Patrician Design was the most immediately threatened business, and fortunately the firewall between PD and the flamenco studio held. Our offices above Gold Street Cafe got a lot of smoke, but late, after they had the fire out and the power was restored, I opened up the office for some firemen and women who brought a big fan in and blew out as much of the smoke as the could from those offices. While they were blowing smoke out of the offices upstairs, I went downstairs and got all the servers fired back up. After that, the fire marshal gave me permission to secure the office, set the alarms and go home. The photos show the progression of the fire and the last photos are of Patti of Patrician Design celebrating that her boutique didn’t burn down. The fire caused a lot of excitement and anxiety for what started out to be a rather lazy afternoon.