A couple of nights ago at about 3 a.m., we heard a horn blasting continuously somewhere in the neighborhood. The neighbors had gone to check out the situation -- they shouted up to us that somebody had ditched a car in the alley and torched it. Black smoke carried over the block, and soon a fire truck arrived. I was in no mood to indulge my reporter-ly curiosity, because it was, uh, 3 a.m., and it seemed like one of those "just another night in the city" things, anyway. I went back to bed. A dumb move -- I never got to see the burned-out wreck, but the aftermath is kinda interesting:
The scorched wood and scarred earth of the crime scene!
The charred seat, tossed aside, apparently scorched this wall as well!
OK, that's enough exclamation points for one day. Cheers.