Last night the Pplevna volunteer firefighter radio came to life just as the lightning and thunder started to roll. Stephan had been wearing shorts and a t-shirt to strap the washing machine to a pallet, but he ran into the bedroom and changed into jeans and a sweatshirt and boots faster than Superman in a phone booth.
He sat by the radio and listened to every word. They were trying to decide if something was a controlled burn of a field, or an accidental fire. I told Stephan to call the fire chief, but he just listened to the radio. About 10 minutes later, they decided it was a controlled burn (although how anything could burn in that rain is beyond me), and they called off the alert.
Stephan pouted the rest of the night. I was sad for him.
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