Last night, there must have been a dozen sirens that passed by over a 15 minute period, and at one point I heard a helicopter. I always wonder what is happening in the few times a year I hear so many sirens at night, but it seems like it is maybe 1 in 20 times that it ever makes the news. One time perhaps 15 years ago, there were like 20 sirens that pulled up 5 blocks away and a helicopter circled overhead, then two. A few of us neighbors wandered out – what was happening? Should we be locking our doors? None of us knew. We searched the internet, the TV, etc. – nothing. After a little bit, the helicopters went away and everything was over. We never heard anything about it again. Crazy. Thinking about this pulls up two other memories:
I love It’s A Disaster, where all the self-absorbed couples are completely oblivious to the million sirens outside their door. I thought that was a funny movie, although Wife M and Daughter L didn’t think it was as funny as I did.
And I remember my classmate was severely burned by a housefire. When my grandma heard the news of his accident she mentioned hearing all the sirens in the night. Sometimes when I hear more than a few sirens at night, I remember that, and I think of my classmate, who died few weeks later from his injuries. And at those moments, I hope that everyone is okay.