I called 911 tonight...

to report a brush/ grass fire!

Fuller and I went downtown to visit with Damon at work. We all had dinner together and then D was back to the grind stone. On the way back I took 27 South and at the split there were two instances of grass fires on the side of the road. They were getting a bit bigger... so I pulled over a safe distance from the fire, put on my hazards, and called 911.

The Chattanooga 911 operator (who answered Chattanooga Police) said thank you and "they" were already on their way. So I hung up and drove home, only to be passed by St. Elmo firetrucks speeding along with their lights and sirens going full blast.

I've never had to call 911 before (though I have called the police). I guess my garden of life just grew a bit more!