My apartment is actually sandwiched between a couple of very busy intersections, with ambulances, fire engines and cop cars passing by at all hours of the day and night. So the fact that there’s flashing lights outside my window isn’t always enough to get my attention from whatever mindless tedium I’m involving myself in. But last night, things were a little different.
There I was, all ready to go to sleep when I noticed a strange glow and caught the distinct smell of burning wood out my window. I looked out my window and sure enough, there was a brushfire raging across the street. Of course, what made this a unique event is that the bursh that was ablaze happened to be under the parking garage of the Troy Towers apartment building, the 22-story structure that looks down on my building from its perch on the Palisades above.
The fire truck that was dispatched initally started setting up next to my apartment, but the problem with that was the location of the fire — it was still a good four or five stores below the flames. What’s more, there was still another four or five stories worth of parking sructure and swimming pool to navigate around. Not the easist of places to get into.
But then again, these men are professionals and once the fire department had a chance to repositioned themselves on top of the parking structure, the fire really didn’t stand much of a chance. Something out of the ordinary, but in the end nothing more than a tempest in a teapot. How said tempest started, I have no idea, but I’m sure something will be said of the events in an upcoming edition of the Weehawken Reporter — they’re good at covering this kind of stuff around here.
