We were having breakfast Saturday morning when my husband showed me a picture in the paper of two houses with a blazing glow of a fire behind them. "Look where that is," he said. The houses looked so familiar, that it took me only a couple of seconds to realize they were on our former street, the one on the left being our adjacent neighbor's. The warehouse behind our old house on O street caught on fire Friday night. It was a massive blaze and they are tearing the thing down, but in the meantime, the houses were evacuated that night and it had taken them 14 hours to calm the fire. I'm sure there must be smoke damage and the back yard to our former house was flooded when we drove by, plus the garage had something big fall on it and will probably be replaced, according to the next door neighbor. Needless to say, my husband and I were very glad we no longer live there! The stentch from the fire was more than just fire and smoke. It was some kind of furnature making warehouse and you could smell that some chemical had been burned. He kept saying, "How would I have gotten you out of there?" As if I were some kind of beached whale. Don't worry, I would have had no problem leaving that sticky, smoky and firy environment. And not too happy about returning. Yet another reason not to buy a property behind a warehouse, eh? And such a blessing from God that we sold when we did. We feel bad for the current residents of that house and the street, but being 9 months pregnant and already having breathing and other issues, would not have been a good time to have that happen. We definitely praise God for the house we have and for keeping us safe.