The Burning Bush

This is the last straw! The fourth of July is - officially - our least favorite holiday. We were walking home from the fireworks when we saw the smoke. We could tell it was near our house, so Peter took off running. The kids and I hurried as fast as we could. Jost was a few steps ahead and when he rounded the corner he let out a scream and started crying. I could see the lights from the firetrucks and smoke billowing but I couldn't tell where from.

The fire was in the huge bush at the apartment building behind our home. It was started by a firework of course. Thankfully the residents and the neighbors got water on it before it spread to any structure. As it was the kids were terrified and Peter and I were furious. Drinking and fireworks never result in good things.

We ended up with the kids in our bed until about one o'clock. And we all woke feeling terrible. The news last night had some great pictures. Check them out at the website below:

http://www.ktvb.com/news/localnews/stories/ktvbn-jul0509-fireworks_aftermath.108051a0.html