Last night at the City Church harvest party, many wild things happened, including our pastor and his sidekick doing a Hee-Haw-style comedy routine. But James Murphy, who owns a house near ours, also told us that our place has had two fires in recent years. The first one, in 2006, claimed the life of an elderly man — but not before he saved his wife from the inferno. The second one, in 2008, just seems to have claimed the life of the stairs. Perhaps the next one will claim the life of some hot dogs on the grill? Hopefully the flammability of our house isn’t a bad omen — but Dan and I do like to pick up the shards of dismal situations and build new and awesome things from them. So bring it on.
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