Three years ago on this date we had a chimney fire at our home. It was really quite benign. The neighbors came over pounding on our door and screaming that the house was on fire. It wasn’t. It was just a normal night by the fireplace for us. But since the neighbors were hysterical we thought we should join in the fun and evacuate the house. The fire department arrived quickly but by the time they got here, the fire had died down, and whatever might have been burning in the chimney had been consumed. Everybody realized that it was a minor chimney fire that had already dissipated, but the FD had to do their job and inspect our roof and attic. One of the firemen crawled up into our attic to inspect the chimney from above the ceiling… He missed a rafter.
We still have a hole in the ceiling of our garage. I really should fix it someday. But it makes a great conversation piece.
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Not having a fireplace or a chimney, or for that matter, much of a reason to ever use one, it took me a minute to figure out that you weren't saying that your house was on fire. Once it hit me, though, I found your story quite amusing. It's really sweet that your neighbors were looking out for you so well, though. If that were me, I fear that my neighbors would laugh and go back to watching tv until the news came and they could get on tv and say they were the heroes.
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