(This is after the fire was mostly out and I could run inside to get my camera. How weird, I thought about taking photos right away.)
After I realized that I would be getting in the way, the firemen were tearing down my fence. At this point, I realized everything would be fine and I could take photos. Outside, was Jesse from Jabberjaw. I once put her on my blog (see her photo at bottom) because I saw her walking her dog, and she's a friend from long ago who happens to live across the street. Her boyfriend heard a car peeling out and leaving the scene, then he saw the fire and they called 9-11. Then she knocked on my door until I got up. She tried to explain to a fire fighter that someone lit the fire and sped away, but the first guy was a jerk. Only when we explained to the "right" person (go to the firefighters wearing orange helmets - they're senior firefighters) did he surmise that it could have been a tossed cigarette from a parked car outside. Perhaps kids were drinking beer, then they noticed it, and bailed out quick. But another fire fighter said that it was a weird place for a fire and asked if I had enemies, threats, or anything like that. Do I? Maybe? GR Haters? He did say that Jesse saved my house. A few more minutes and my house would have been ablaze. Imagine if there was no knocking on the door? Although 4 fire trucks came and it was loud, hardly any neighbors came outside. It was still dark and quiet.