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Ol' man Thorpe is cranky again....
May. 25th, 2009 01:10 amI reported a backyard bonfire to the fire department tonight. It was clearly illegal — even if they'd had a permit, the fire would've had to be thirty feet from any trees and buildings, instead of ten (ten feet from a house which had its third story gutted by a fire last year, incidentally). They were being drunk and stupid, squirting lighter fluid on the fire and ripping branches off their neighbors' trees to feed it. So I feel I was not only justified but obligated to report it.
Yet here I am, feeling uncool and crotchety. They doused the flames with beer when they heard the sirens, and expounded at great length (after the fire department took some photos and sprayed some foam and left) about the joyless old crank who'd complained. Way to ruin the Memorial Day party, old man.
Now the neighborhood, and my bedroom, stink of smoke, and my stomach is soured up. Is civic duty supposed to make you feel like an out-of-touch buzzkill?
Yet here I am, feeling uncool and crotchety. They doused the flames with beer when they heard the sirens, and expounded at great length (after the fire department took some photos and sprayed some foam and left) about the joyless old crank who'd complained. Way to ruin the Memorial Day party, old man.
Now the neighborhood, and my bedroom, stink of smoke, and my stomach is soured up. Is civic duty supposed to make you feel like an out-of-touch buzzkill?
