Sadly, Amy and I were woken just after 4 a.m. today with the blaring of sirens down our street. Amy, 41 weeks pregnant as of today, wasn’t sleeping so well in any case. My old journalistic nose kicked in, literally, as I could smell smoke from the nearby apartments. One unit appeared to be a total loss on the upper floor. Hopefully, everyone got out. I headed down the street to see what was up, and take a few photos. No news on injuries yet, but all the area TV stations arrived as I was leaving. It’s really amazing to me that it’s been seven years since I chased this type of news for a living. I love my job today – but sometimes miss the street.