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… in more ways than one.

The sun rose over the lake … the start of a new day … the promise of things to come … and the smoke from the devastating fire … still.


It was an odd juxtaposition. Smoke. Sun. Reminded me of an old song … Smoke On The Water. And for whatever reason, I felt the hope of things to come.

Shortly after the sun rose fully, there came a boat. A very special boat. A Fire Boat. Picture a Fire Truck, only it gets the water from the lake, I suppose, and sprays it from the lake onto the burning embers.

I apologize for the quality of the pictures. I thought they were better.


Then my phone rang … with some news about an old friend. Someone who had avoided marriage studiously his whole life.

And he is getting married.

Like I said … hope … for a new beginning.

I wish him nothing but the best.