We are so hot.... we're on FIRE!

Just as we recover from the stolen purse and the dog having heartworms... Fran gets a call at work Monday that her apartment building is on fire and she should come and check in at the office so they know everything is ok.

Next thing you know we are both at her apartment looking over the smoldering remains of her apartment.

We were able to recover a few heirloom items that we will have to restore (bubbled varnish, smoke smell, warped and cracked tabletop) and a few nice outfits went to the cleaners in a vain hope they can get the stink out. And of course we found the photos soaked in char-water, but were able to take them out of albums that night and save them.

Amazingly, a month ago I had made her bring all her valuables to my house (which is insured) and just a week ago we gave my couches to a neighbor in need and moved her new couch and chair to my house. So really, on top of her not being there, we are very blessed.

In short my friends... if you don't have a renters insurance policy or homeowners... call and get one. NOW would be a good time.

Shame of the City

City magazines have long been the bastions of self-important people.

I am disappointed to report that the city rag in my new town is just the same as the rest. Full of bad portraits and self congratulation "Tulsa People" doesn't have much meat to it. That is of course barring this months cover story: "What Tulsa Make$."

The story literally reports the annual income of dozens of individuals from letter carriers to teachers to district judges. There they sit in their half page photos with all their info in a pull out box for the world to see. Jeez... am I the only one that really doesn't care?