This afternoon we heard a number of emergency vehicle sirens. We didn’t know it at the time, but three homes in the neighborhood adjacent to ours were burning. It was a typical Atlanta July day in upper 80s or low 90s, very hot, and very dry.
When we ventured out for dinner, we noticed the air had a burnt wood smell. As we arrived to the front of our neighborhood, we could only turn right out of the neighborhood because a policeman was turning cars away from proceeding any closer to where the fire was.
After dinner, I walked over to explore. There were several pieces of ash in our street roughly the size of a loosely crumpled pieces of notebook paper. The fire rendered two homes unlivable and damaged a third. The rumor, as told to me by a television reporter packing up his gear, is one of the two homes severely damaged – but not the one where the fire seemed to start - was owned by former a Louisiana resident, who moved here shortly after Hurricane Katrina.
I hope our neighborhood will reach out to see if there’s anything we can do to help these families.
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