As once so well-said in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure: Strange things are afoot at the Circle-K
A couple months ago, the skeleton of an apartment they are building next door to us caught fire. It was not such a big deal, since there was no one and nothing for the fire to really hurt.
Down below the building was a park and a convenience store, so people brought their kids out to the playground, with grandparents and teenagers alike sitting with beers and watching the crackle and burn until the Moscow Fire Department (Official Slogan: "The MFD:You Actually Don't Have to Bribe Us") showed up
And it was a pretty nice afternoon, and the first snowflakes of the season came down in the form of a sprinkling of white ash. People made videos and took pictures with their cellphones, and wondered how they'd get the hoses up there.
It was surreal, but kind of cozy it its own way. And Kira managed to get a great shot of it from my bedroom window.
But then two days ago there was this:
about two blocks away.
Coincidence? Or location-specific firebombings aimed at and Kira me for our potential international spy status?
Yeah, no, but probably more the coincidence thing.
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