Memory 8

I recall one week end being driven to pizza after a horse show by some people Shirley knew.  This was abnormal Shirley usually drove.  Pizza was at the local bar so maybe she was going to get drunk and maybe I would not need to drive her home or call one of her friends to get her.  The pizza arrived I was on my second piece and playing PAC MAN when a man came in the bar “hey Shirley your house is on fire”.  She freaked and took off, apparently someone drover her home.  Another person drove me home, approaching I saw the blaze.  It was true rather than walk where the commotion and the fire trucks were I walked out in the pasture and urged my horse to put his head down.  I laid on his neck and then he put his head up so I could slide on with out effort.  I sat there on my horse bare back in the dark watching my home burn.   The flames were dark the smoke was black and the heat was intense.  My dog was inside but she bolted out and was saved when the fire men arrived they axed the door the same one Glade had kicked in before.

I recall one week end being driven to pizza after a horse show by some people Shirley knew.  This was abnormal Shirley usually drove.  Pizza was at the local bar so maybe she was going to get drunk and maybe I would not need to drive her home or call one of her friends to get her.  The pizza arrived I was on my second piece and playing PAC MAN when a man came in the bar “hey Shirley your house is on fire”.  She freaked and took off, apparently someone drover her home.  Another person drove me home, approaching I saw the blaze.  It was true rather than walk where the commotion and the fire trucks were I walked out in the pasture and urged my horse to put his head down.  I laid on his neck and then he put his head up so I could slide on with out effort.  I sat there on my horse bare back in the dark watching my home burn.   The flames were dark the smoke was black and the heat was intense.  My dog was inside but she bolted out and was saved when the fire men arrived they axed the door the same one Glade had kicked in before.  

I was puzzled by my dog, she was outside when I went to pizza.  It turns out the blaze was caused by a match tossed on kerosene that had been poured down the hallway of the home.  It was that ultra hot hallway the fire chief  braved to make it to the dining room where he knew I had kept my horse trophies and ribbons.  He risked his body to save my bits of achievements he kept his hose trained on the cabinet that held them, he kept them safe.  I found out later he said he did this because he wanted me to have them to buffer the pain of the house being taken.  I knew the fire chief because he had fixed the tire on my bike about ten times I had no one else.


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