and a dollar short as my daddy says. sorry for the delay y?all. as you can tell from the image on our home page we had a busy past few days and owe alot of thanks and thankful prayers to the savannah fire department. heres how it all went down.....and a dollar short as my daddy says. sorry for the delay y?all. as you can tell from the image on our home page we had a busy past few days and owe alot of thanks and thankful prayers to the savannah fire department. heres how it all went down..... Uncle Bubba rang my cell phone around 11 o?clock Sunday night. he didn?t leave a message so I figured it was just a late call to wish me a happy 2nd fathers day. well, mom called about 2 minutes later and I knew something was cooking. It turned out to be the lady and sons, literally. one of Bubba?s managers is married to a fireman and he alerted his wife who in turn called Bubba about an alarm at the station to gather his crew and boogie down to 102 west Congress street. We have had a few false alarms in the past and I told mom to go back to sleep I would ride down for a peek and straighten everything out. Well when a WTOC news truck flew around me in the right lane of Broughton street I sat up a little straighter and eased the gas pedal down. I parked on Whittaker street facing the wrong way and saw 11 ....ELEVEN emergency vehicles with lights rolling. Savannah firemen were everywhere, police out, people milling around looking up at our baby. The baby we started with more sweat equity than you could every count, our hope and dreams, the center of attention. I threw the car in park and was moving. Under the tape. past the first wave of responders only to be stopped at the sidewalk by captain Johnson. Our hero. He was able to calm me down pretty quickly. No fire. Thank you Lord. No water. Thank you Lord. No damage. Thank you Lord . A bag of terrycloth hand towels and cotton aprons , the tools of the front house staff, had self combusted! He said it is a freak thing but it happens. some time after closing around 6 o?clock or so as the staff was finishing up, a towel used to clean the flat-top grill where hoecakes are fixed, was dropped in the bag hot....and covered with towels with bleach from cleaning tables. 5 hours later smoke, lots and lots of smoke. We have had ten hundred thousand linen bags of the same makeup for 20 years and this bag, this night....smoke. no fire though. Thank you Lord. About this time here comes momma. sweet little momma rolls out of bed and rolls into downtown with a hat on....in her gown. housecoat. slippers. Thats it. ?momma ease around this truck there?s a news camera across the street? her first born son advises. Hah. momma strolls into the street and then across the street right up to the knot of fireman waiting for the air to clear before we can get inside for a look around. In her gown. and slippers. Of course this is breaking news, what a 61 year old women was wearing at 11:45 on a Sunday night was reported. You gotta shake your head sometimes. anyway, we get the all?s clear sign and Momma, Bobby, Uncle Bubba and myself pile in the side door to access the damage. and we quickly decide we are double lucky...no, make that triple lucky. No one was hurt, our baby was in fine shape, and we were going to be blessed with the opportunity to wake up Monday morning and go to work. so hows that for an entry.....ok, some house keeping issues: phil is the smartest guy i know. he will be checking in during the week and answering some of the questions that pop up here during the week. he handles all things computer and keeps me in line. he called an hour ago, ?boss. send me smokes signals, a note.....anything, you are a day late.? yeah yeah phil. keep your shirt on. im a dollar short too. keep it coming y?all. this is fun
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