It was midnight. While sitting over at the main building where I live, I wrote this. I had to do something to keep from thinking about the fact that my residence (along with several others) was about to go up in smoke . . . .

I was just awakened out of a dead sleep by the fire alarm. It was
blaring in my ears! My first thought was (“could this be another false alarm
like two years ago on a freezing winter night?”) Of course, my sleepy common
sense wouldn’t permit me to take the chance and remain in my pajamas. Instead, I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and as I’d opened my door to the hallway, my thought was recalling something like, “wasn’t I supposed to feel the door before I opened it?” In my still half asleep state, I touched the door as it opened. Not hot. But, I could smell smoke. I locked the door behind me as I ran out into the hall. Yes, I could smell smoke. I hurriedly shuffled past my neighbor’s door as he swung it open (he’s the channel 4 news caster, Dennis . . . something or other.) I told him he’d better come, too. He mumbled that he was going to first check to see which end of the building the smoke was coming from. I’d unconsciously noticed that the smell of smoke was coming from the end of the building facing the road. I couldn’t see the smoke though. Not yet. Down the stairs I hurried. This was different from two years ago in that tonight there were several other residents also hurrying down the stairs and out the door. One woman said she could see smoke coming from her furnace and called 911. They’d told her to get out of the building. She had a couple of small children with her. My heart went out to her. Her little girl was afraid and clinging to her.

That was at 11:30 P.M. It’s taken the fire department 30 minutes to get here. People are really mad about that.

We can see smoke outside. They’re probably going to chase us out of this building. Funny. All I’ve been able to think about is how glad I am that I gave my grandaughter instructions about what to do if ever there were to be a fire when she’s staying overnight at my place. Thank God they’re at their own house sound asleep, safe in their own beds!


I finally mustered the courage to go all the way downstairs to investigate whatever damage had been done. My car was parked down there. I have to admit that I experienced more than just a little anxiety as the elevator doors opened to let me out into the basement.

There, before me, was my car . . . all covered with soot! It became instantly clear that the car that had burned-up had been parked RIGHT NEXT TO MINE!!! Needless to say, my shock was indescribable.

I stood there in utter disbelief for a few moments, then went upstairs, retrieved my camera and took 21 photographs of the calamity leftovers. (i.e. my car.)

My insurance company towed my car and a few days later I’ve learned from the claims adjuster that it seems to be alright inspite of the intense heat to which it had been reportedly exposed. I’m going to run it in to the dealer just to make SURE that it’s okay, however.

The moral of this story? Never say to yourself as you drive into your underground parking garage, “Gee I’m glad that I have underground parking just incase that tornado hits tonight!!”

I seriously do not believe that I will EVER AGAIN worry about my car surviving a tornado!                            

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It was time for a new adventure . . . something exhilarating, exciting! As I wandered the showroom floor my heart suddenly leapt with joy. There, before me, sat a glistening white Subaru Legacy! I had to know more about this beauty. Much to my amazement, it boasted everything I’d been searching for. All Wheel Drive, shift on the floor so that if I were ever to need to roll this white wonder to get out of deep snow I would be able to do so without dropping the transmission! I just knew that once I got behind the wheel I’d never want to get out. Sure enough! Everything was power and this little beauty had spunk, too! I was about to learn that with it’s high-tech fan-cooled, horizontally opposed engine that could be matched by nothing less than a Porsche’, it would be virtually impossible for this incredible machine to overheat under even the most formidable of circumstances. (I learned that in two feet of deep snow, I could cover the grill on the front of the car with cardboard to keep snow out of the engine and plow through miles of that cold white stuff without any concern about that incomparable engine overheating!)

Living in Minnesota where temperatures could plummet to seventy-degrees- below-zero in the wintertime, I was to be amazed beyond belief when this sweet little number started right up without pause no matter how low the temperature dropped. Little did I know, with Subaru’s all wheel drive, despite a number of snow storms, not only was I never to slide into a ditch in deep snow, but I was destined to wave good-by to other, far larger and more bold appearing vehicles who’d been unable to hold the road in icy conditions as their drivers gazed longingly at me from the ditch! (The only feature that could top that, were the tow hooks provided underneath the car, with which I could pull those other cars right out of that ditch!) Oh yes, this little machine and I were made for each other. They say that love at first sight never works out over the long haul, but I’ve got news for you . . . three-hundred thousand miles later, my Subaru was still plowing through the deepest snow!

Repairs? Over a period of ten years with this heavy, metal best friend of mine, the only repairs I ever needed were listed right on it’s regular, routine maintenance schedule! Did I take good care of this amazing car? Oh yes. Does true love deserve anything less?!!

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