April 13, 2010by
I was on my office phone last Thursday when I spotted the first of the smoke, drifting over town on the wings of a 40-mile-per-hour southeast wind.
Within minutes the smoke grew black and billowing, and I knew it was bad news. With winds like that, gusting to 60mph, no fire is intentional. I wouldn’t know for hours that the blaze hit very close to home—literally. It was my neighbor’s barn, torched when a power pole snapped in the stiff wind. The old barn was consumed in minutes. It was all volunteer firefighters could do to contain the blaze to the structure and prevent it from catching the dry prairie, including my fields and pasture.
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