January 4th, 2010


8 Fires in 8 Hours

The fire described first in the story was at the home that belonged to my parents' landlord when I was growing up. It was one of those big, solid old farmhouses, which I could see across the fields (and up a slope) from the front door of our house when I was a kid. It's changed hands since, but I can still remember visiting there with my parents. The owner was a farmer named Maynard Bortner, and I can still remember him chugging over the fields around our house with that distinctive sounding green John Deere, a ball cap on his head and a big cigar clenched in his mouth.

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