Well, all we can say is it wasn't easy living across the street from a district fire chief on Hillside Drive! When it came to spotting fire hazards, (and "yippin' dogs") Tom was tough. He was always lecturing us about fire hazards like keeping a gasoline can in the garage. Of course we never listened. So, the time we caught the chimney on fire, I thought we were in deep with the old chief--especially since he was on duty that night. So, there we were at midnight, hosing down the roof of the house, hoping Jean (who was a light sleeper) didn't look out the window and call the fire department. To make matters worse, some of the sparks from the chimney ended up in the woodpile next to the house. Lucky for us, we put out the blaze because we would never have lived it down if we'd had to call in the chief for backup! We'll miss you, Tom!