Fire … Fire!

Never a dull moment in St. Augustine.

I awoke at about 1:30 AM to the sound of something falling–like a garbage container–which is unusual for that time of the morning. This was followed by my buddy David (chief maintenance guy) shouting, “Everyone out … Fire … Everyone out!” whereupon I started for the door with my walker.

Now, I sleep in the buff, and it takes me about 5 minutes to dress with my handicap, so I figured I’d rather be an exhibitionist than burnt. Ergo I was quite prepared to make my nude debut–in 20F degree weather.

Fortunately it was David to the rescue again, for he stuck his head in the door and told me there was enough time to dress. I therefore dressed and made a quick grab for the most important things.

What to take?

For a writer that was a fairly easy decision:

1. Computers
2. File disks (a copy of Coming of Age is in my pocket at all times, anyway)
3. Passport
4. Camera

I would have included my beer fridge in it if I could have lifted it, but it was nearly empty anyway.

Lots of firemen

When I got outside there were about six fire trucks outside, plus cop cars, and the whole front of the room affected was aflame. Rumours have it that it was a Meth Lab, but I haven’t heard that myself.

All’s well that ends well

Fortunately we were only outside for forty-five minutes or so, and the rest of the hotel was unaffected, so after the excitement we were allowed back to our rooms.

Oh yah, and my beer fridge is safe!

Regards,

Gerry

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