ONE FEAR REALIZED

When I'm in Sheridan, I spend most of my time in the office (next door) or in the house. There are those occasions when I'm in neither place but instead out wandering around town, i.e. to get the mail, to go for a walk, to meet with my Methodist colleague, to go to the bank . . . . you get the idea.

This morning was one of those moments. I had walked down to the local coffee shop to meet with my Methodist friend for our weekly meeting, and while I was waiting for him the fire page went off. There I am, downtown, in my priesty-boy garb, and the pager goes off. All of my gear is at home so I am, in effect, naked as a jaybird. Fighting fire in shorts and clericals is just not cool.

Luckily for me it was called in as a brush fire, so I had the driver swing by my house and I did the presto-chango thing in about 30 seconds. The Kid was also home, so she grabbed a bunch of "just in case" snacks for me.

Lucky for everybody involved it was only hay dust. One of the ranchers was grinding his hay and, from a distance, it looked like a brush fire. So . . . no damage done, and I am back into my clericals.

You may continue with your day as normal.