Two weeks ago today a 5.9 earthquake rocked my office in Chinatown. Then four days later it got hit with a little torrential rain from Hurricane Irene. You would think after that we would be done with the natural disasters for a while.
Late this morning we started to see smoke coming out of the roof right outside our huge windows:
Then a bunch of the employees from that Chinese restaurant came up and started trying to put out what we now realized was a pretty good fire.
Then the sirens came.
All told there were more than 10 emergency responses vehicles circling our block.
Apparently the fire went down quickly because by the time I went to lunch a bit later they were already winding the hoses back up.
I really hope this is the end of Mother Nature’s wrath for now because lately I feel like we’re re-enacting some warped version of Captain Planet. So far we’ve had Earth, Wind, Water, and now Fire. All we’ve got left is Heart and although I always thought he was a bit of a pussy, I don’t want to see what his evil alter ego might throw at us.