Earlier this month, my brother and I were on our normal walk around the neighborhood. We go every morning and evening. On this particular occasion, we rounded a corner and my brother said, “Is that smoke?” Looking up, I could see smoke curling over the top of a house. At first we thought it might be a barbecue, but by the time we made it to the front of the house, we could see that the side of the house was burning.
After quickly checking the street name, we called the fire department. As we waited, more people arrived and started calling the fire department as well. One man, who was out walking his dog, knew the people who lived in the house and rushed to help. He grabbed a hose and started spraying the fire with water. My brother and I stood back, watching for the fire trucks. A police officer arrived to look over the scene, followed by five or six fire trucks.
From what I understand, the fire started in the garage, because there are now holes in the roof and there’s a debris strewn car in the driveway. I don’t know all the details about what happened, I’m just happy nobody was hurt.