Burnin' down the house

Three, hun, dred, six, ty, five, de, grees, burnin' down the house!

Well folks, not only am I a transplanted Northerner, now I am a homeless transplanted Northerner. In an amazing bong-related mishap that involved 16 squatter-hippies, a ball of hash and a bit too much falafel; Scooby, Shaggy and the whole happy-go-lucky crew managed to torch a vacant unit in my apartment building.



The irony here is that when I pulled out of my lot at work, I thought I caught a whiff of a little barbeque action as I passed Ericsson Stadium. Then as I got closer to my place I saw the plume of smoke. At first I thought to myself, "whoa, that's in my neighborhood; and what's up with that helicopter?"



So a bunch of us sat and watched the pyrotechnics until the fire chief told us to go get a good night's sleep; because tomorrow would be a long day for us.



The Charlotte Observer newspaper articles are here:
Multimedia | Photos from the Dilworth fire
Hot day, blaze spark biggest crew since '94
Aftermath: Scorched and soggy