The other night, Rob and the boys were playing soccer in the back yard. Jay heard a strange noise that he said "sounded like fire." They went to investigate and the neighbor's AC unit was on fire (the house two doors down, next to Ronnie's). Rob said the flames were about as tall as he is, and there was thick black smoke filling the air. Jay ran back to our house and told me there was a fire outside. After my initial heart attack, he assured me it wasn't our house.
Rob called 911 and soon two firetrucks with lights flashing and two fire station SUVs pulled up. Thankfully, they were able to put out the fire before it spread. I imagine if it had burned longer, the house would have caught fire too.
The man who lives there was home, but in the garage so he didn't hear Rob knocking. It was only when a fireman burst into the house and yelled that he realized there was a problem.
Later that evening, he came over to say thanks and shake Jay's hand. The next day Jay was excited to tell his class all about it (actually he wanted me to tell), so I went into the classroom with him and told the story. Unfortunately, everyone was busy with morning work, so there wasn't much of a reaction.
All in all, a very exciting evening for us!
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