Fire is Chief

I am at Starbucks a little late.  My mother and I went to The YMCA downtown Minneapolis, and then to Davannis.  I then took a much needed nap.  I woke up refreshed, and came up here to Fridley.  I ran into Mustafa on the corner.  He is a Middle Eastern man who enjoys being a modern theologian.  He does a lot of reading and journeying in The Twin Cities.  He loves the central library downtown Minneapolis.  He may be mistaken as a transient, but it is just his style of relating to people without money.  His is hidden away until the emancipation of Iraq.  I feel support coming my way from even corporate entities that I have worked for in the past.  I gave a head's up to Indianapolis Fire last night because we had a woman set on fire just a few houses down from me.  I feel the strong tunnel through, and I had to deal with the area of my life that has to stand up to people who do these horrific acts.  I feel intensely, so if it happened to me I would suffer infinitely and be deformed in a way that has never been seen before, even in Marvel comics.  I will keep my fire ties on the down low, but when I came out this morning to meet my mother to drive to The YMCA, two firemen were just rounding the corner.  When they saw me, they looked a moment and then turned around and walked away sheepishly.  I get that the message has been passed on.  I began working with firemen more hands on in Muncie, IN, but it was in Indy that I really connected.  I am sure now they have the military drawings of fire engineering that I did for the Navy, in 1972.  I was 2.  It showed how The U.S.S. Arizona went down and stayed that way due to the substandard melting glass.  Other ships had more modern gear.  I do have an Oahu Poopooani in vicinity, and I am sure that they got in touch with him today.  He keeps an eye on things around me, and is able to tell when Japanese or other Oahu's begin to tunnel through.  I also know to deal with the emotions of pyros, like when I was in West Virginia with Appalachian Service Project just after ninth grade.  We were doing board and battening, and tin roofing, on a shack home of Appalachian notorieties (I believe that it was Bush family grandmother, actually), and I knew to go in and cool off a bit as I talked to the woman who lived there who was on oxygen, but who was still chain smoking.  There were burns all over her nightgown.  I just talked to her about life and about what brought her happiness.  I think she just felt so ignored by us just staying out and saying nothing to her.  I showed her that almighty was sitting in her conference, not knocking away at boards outside.  Case was closed.  Everything ended well, and fire was not needed for one more day.  Water supply was scarce at the time.  I will just state that I like a good campfire or a calm lit candle, but fire, as a force can be quite daunting.  It is nothing to play with or joke about.  That woman set on fire by her boyfriend died at the scene.  She had run out to her lawn so it became public fodder for gossip.  Everyone needs to think fire safety from this time forward.  Thought does manifest healthy action.