This morning’s smoke is the result of a house fire locally. The house is owned by a Microsoft gazillionaire and he owns it just to keep undesirables out of it. I knew the former owners, as customers, and they couldn’t sell that dump to save their lives. Ask a buttload of money for a butt ugly property and that place will be in your butt for years.
Off to gawk.
Update
Gawking completed. House is 90% gone. No one’s lived there for years and while it had historical status, I doubt it would have ever been lived in again. Fire crews are still on site and are checking for flareups. There is no spreading into the foliage near the house.
Off to my next misadventure.
Update # 2
Nina reminded me that the place was called the Foothill’s Ranch.
That’s it! No more today.
Woke to smoke again. Unless there’s a new fire in the area, I’m thinking that the Jaroso fire went into extra innings.
Please rain!
And I’m writing on this stupid blog. Erin has a rough night and crawls into bed with us. Nina can sleep through this but I’m awake. Maybe the foot to the side of the head is the reason?
I’m amazed at the traffic driving past our store at this time in the morning. 24/7 in our future? I doubt it. Most of them are cruising looking for a fix and who needs them in our building at this time of the night.
Atlanta Police are now attaching pay raises to traffic ticket revenues. Sounds like the residents of Atlanta are about to get screwed, repeatedly.
Tori is getting her own place here soon.
Hi Keith!
Oh well, I may as well try to sleep again. I can’t think of anything else to put here.
Good Night
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