cantdog
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When I was a fireman, we went to a call on a street right down next to the river. The house was one whose back yard ended in the bank down to the railway bed, followed by a few bushes and rocks and then the Penobscot.
The neighbors had complained about these people; they themselves didn't call us, because there was no emergency at all.
There was an open flame, though. They had one of those brazier-style charcoal grills, probably a castoff. It had no lid and one leg was held up by a cinder block. They had been burning tree branches and scrap wood in it. They were sitting on folding chairs, an Adirondack chair, a picnic table, all arranged more or less in a semicircle around the fire. They had beers and cigarettes and were talking and laughing. Besides the fire, the only light was from the kitchen window, streaming out over the deck to be lost in the night. They were in their late twenties.
Well, technically, there's a ban on open burning in the city. The public works send trucks around and a chipper to pick up branches, brush, and fall leaves, since they won't let anyone burn any more. This was a fire, though, up off the ground about two and a half feet, contained. It wasn't going anywhere unless somebody kicked it over. The ban does not apply to charcoal grills, of course, but these guys were not gonna ever use charcoal, they were burning brush and scraps of lumber and they had done it several nights in a row.
It looked like a cheery way to spend an evening. Pity the folks had needlenosing busybodies for neighbors, was my thought, but I expected the bad guys would win, because of the ban, and because there had been complaints. Christ, you couldn't see the flames from the other side of the street. Just two neighbors, but they had a complainer.
My lieutenant took the situation in, and said, "Look there's a ban on just burning with open flame, so it's a very good thing that you people are engaged in food preparation and not just burning...right?"
One of them was a bright man, and piped up, "Excuse me!" He leapt up and whistled by everyone into the kitchen. Out he came a few seconds later with one of those grocery store styrofoam trays they use-- "Yes," he said, "we have this chicken!" He turned to his hostess. "Right, Marnie?"
Marnie now had gotten the drift. "Oh yes, food preparation all the way."
"Well then, that's all in order. But no open burning if you aren't engaged in food prep, okay?"
And they all went along with him on that. So we left them alone and went back to the station. I liked that lieutenant. He retired as an assistant chief; good man.
Well, since then I've seen these backyard fireside scenes (all food prep, I'm sure) quite a few times. Are they doing that where you come from?
The neighbors had complained about these people; they themselves didn't call us, because there was no emergency at all.
There was an open flame, though. They had one of those brazier-style charcoal grills, probably a castoff. It had no lid and one leg was held up by a cinder block. They had been burning tree branches and scrap wood in it. They were sitting on folding chairs, an Adirondack chair, a picnic table, all arranged more or less in a semicircle around the fire. They had beers and cigarettes and were talking and laughing. Besides the fire, the only light was from the kitchen window, streaming out over the deck to be lost in the night. They were in their late twenties.
Well, technically, there's a ban on open burning in the city. The public works send trucks around and a chipper to pick up branches, brush, and fall leaves, since they won't let anyone burn any more. This was a fire, though, up off the ground about two and a half feet, contained. It wasn't going anywhere unless somebody kicked it over. The ban does not apply to charcoal grills, of course, but these guys were not gonna ever use charcoal, they were burning brush and scraps of lumber and they had done it several nights in a row.
It looked like a cheery way to spend an evening. Pity the folks had needlenosing busybodies for neighbors, was my thought, but I expected the bad guys would win, because of the ban, and because there had been complaints. Christ, you couldn't see the flames from the other side of the street. Just two neighbors, but they had a complainer.
My lieutenant took the situation in, and said, "Look there's a ban on just burning with open flame, so it's a very good thing that you people are engaged in food preparation and not just burning...right?"
One of them was a bright man, and piped up, "Excuse me!" He leapt up and whistled by everyone into the kitchen. Out he came a few seconds later with one of those grocery store styrofoam trays they use-- "Yes," he said, "we have this chicken!" He turned to his hostess. "Right, Marnie?"
Marnie now had gotten the drift. "Oh yes, food preparation all the way."
"Well then, that's all in order. But no open burning if you aren't engaged in food prep, okay?"
And they all went along with him on that. So we left them alone and went back to the station. I liked that lieutenant. He retired as an assistant chief; good man.
Well, since then I've seen these backyard fireside scenes (all food prep, I'm sure) quite a few times. Are they doing that where you come from?