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There are some songs that shouldn’t leave the shower.
There are some songs you just don’t want to have stuck in your head.
There are some songs that you just don’t want to have become part of your life.
Smoke on The Water is one of them.
Our little retirement/vacation cottage in Maine caught fire in July. Spontaneously combusted. Burst into flame for no reason anybody has ever figured out.
We weren’t there. Nobody was there, luckily.
Even more luckily, it burned just a little bit. The nice part, naturally. Not the kitchen which I would have been happy to replace. Not the bathroom that has pink 60s tiles with cute pink fishies. Nope.
The nice part by the living room burned – the picture window that overlooks my masthead and “No Point.” [That’s the bit of land in the picture that looks like the first point. John dubbed it “No Point” because from our angle it looks like a little point, but it isn’t a point at all.]
And even more luckily, it happened at lunch time, when a guy who was renting a cottage across the cove was relaxing outside with a sandwich, noticed smoke and called the fire department. The fire chief, a volunteer, was working construction two doors down. He arrived within minutes and the damage was kept down to mere pain in the ass status, as opposed to total devastation. So we are lucky. Very lucky.
Nobody can figure out what happened. There were no bad wires, no combustibles in the attic. No evidence of vandalism. Nada. A flamin’ mystery.
We are still trying to find the person who reported it, so we can thank him. He was renting a house across the way, and we don’t yet know who he was or how we can get in touch with him.
So John and I up here in Maine, looking at a different angle, trying to get work going on our house. And saying thank you to a whole lot of folks.
Special thanks to the firefighters who arrived so quickly and saved our cute little place. And to the mystery man who saw it and saved it.
Huge thanks also Doug and Renee, who have done so much in the immediate aftermath and ever since.
To Danielle and to Ella for breaking the bad news. To Annette and Danielle for the pictures.
Thanks to Bill and Ken and the other insurance folks who are helping us rebuild.
And I’m thanking my lucky stars that it wasn’t worse.