My dear wife Karen looked out the living room window of the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood early this Sunday evening and spotted thick, black smoke billowing over the end of our block.
I heard her uh-oh and looked out past the empty lot, past the neighbor’s house, and saw the trouble myself. I dialed 911 right away. The woman who answered on the first ring and asked me what’s-what told me responders were on the way.
I grabbed my iPhone 6 and walked briskly down toward the smoke. I spotted Good Neighbor Tim and another neighbor ahead of me.
It still looked thick, and I kept going.
When I got to the end of our street, I saw it was past the auto repair shop across the way. Indeed, I could tell it was across the main road, by the train tracks. A police car was blocking access to vehicles. Professionals were doing their thing.
Indeed, the black smoke already had turned to white. It smelled some, still. I wondered if I’d end up smelling like a walk on a late autumn night when everybody had their fireplaces going.
Sure, it was still smoky to go with the scent. But things looked well under control. The Lookie-Lou’s who’d pressed as close as they were allowed — me, too — could start heading home.
The fire in Lyncourt seemed to be out. I could walk two blocks back to the Little Bitty in Eastwood. And resume watching the NASCAR race with my dear wife Karen and hope nobody crashed hard enough to cause their car to go up in smoke. I’d seen enough for the day, for real.
Have you seen a fire in your neighborhood lately? Have you had to call 911 for any reason, and was their response fast? Would you walk as close as you could get or walk the other way, and why?