Our part of the country has had some massive storms and floods lately. Last week, during one of the storms, Anna and I decided to go catch a girlie movie while J and Trip were out of town. We pulled down our street around 11 p.m. to find a police officer parked in front of our house. We pulled up to ask what was the matter, and he pointed up and said, "Your tree is on fire" ... something we had not noticed. A branch had fallen on a power line during the storm. So, we went and quickly got the dogs out of the house, and then watched as the fire department, police department, and the public works department worked to quickly put out the fire and cut down the tree branches. One of the men joked that J would probably add trimming the trees to the next City Council agenda! You've got to love living in a small town.
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