She Didn't Start The Fire?

 I spoke recently to a good friend, who shared with me an issue regarding a dear friend, and I seriously wondered whether I could call the Guiness Book of World Records. She asked me what I think is the World's Stupidest Question of All Time. I didn't make the call, since I realized such a "record" would be highly subjective, and unable to be verified. Still, I was left gobsmacked.

The friend has another friend who essentially lit a huge fire at her house, metaphorically speaking. Not just a fire -- but one of those barn burners that causes catastrophic damage. After the fire was raging, with flames shooting into the night, the fire starter came over with hoses and fire extinguishers, in an attempt to dampen the inferno. Lots of damage was done, unfortunately, but even the arsonist must have been surprised at how much wreckage there was -- and so took some steps to quiet the flames.

But here came the Guiness moment: the woman asked me -- wasn't the cause of the terrible conflagration a true hero? I mean -- she had nicely brought fire suppression materials to the scene, right? As I said -- I was gobsmacked -- to use that fine Anglo term.

I couldn't even answer, and instead directed the conversation to matters of repair -- there was a badly damaged house to be dealt with, after all. The burn victim could lionize the arsonist/firefighter later, on her own, I figured. Right now, there were still plenty of hot spots that needed to be extinguished.

Meanwhile, things here are quiet. Wifey remains out of town, and I find the bachelor life quite tolerable. A dinner I had planned was canceled on account of trial with my companion, and last night, after a day of working on Brickell, UberEated in some delicious sushi from Sea Siam.

Tonight, I plan to Uber over to the Gables to meet two fine gentlemen -- Dr. Barry and Norman, at Ruths' Chris. Norman will drive me home afterwards, so I just may have that extra martini.

I was supposed to fetch Wifey at MIA tomorrow afternoon, but sadly untoward events involving back pain may keep her from traveling for some more days. I guess she'll let me know tomorrow if Daveber (Uber by Dave) has a fare, or not.

I was comparing tales of drunkenness and cruelty (to steal from a favorite Kinks lyric) with a dear friend, and he reminded me of something that gladdens me: Canes football kicks off in 8 days! The first game is on a Friday night, a very unusual scheduling quirk. Apparently in the years before I moved to UM, Friday night games were common -- I still recall bumper stickers with the U saying "Friday Night Live." The team was so mediocre then, and the thought was that holding games Fridays might get them more media coverage as the only college games taking place.

I had hoped Wifey might come with me -- she had said she enjoys games that don't take place during the heat of the day -- but that is up in the air now. If she can't go, I guess I'll just have a little more tuches room in the Club seats. But the main thing is the tailgate party -- that'll be a sight for these sore eyes!

Into each life some rain must fall, as my dear late Mom Sunny loved to remind. I guess it's a benefit when such rain helps extinguish the fires of despicability.