My memory about this night is a bit hazy, the adrenaline fueled evening lead to many a hole in my recollection. So to those of you were also involved I am sorry in advance for the many details you remember correctly and I remember excitedly. It was late in the evening when the door bell rang and Glen Thornsberry was at the door. I answered it and he gave me the bad news. The farm was burning. This is about all I can accurately recall. I believe I shouted back that the farm was burning before rushing out the door without thinking, hoping into the truck with Glen and speeding to the inferno. This was one of many errors in judgment. My attire consisted of gym shorts, a tshirt, and yes flip flops. I won't get into all the details right this second because there are many and I have several photos to go along with them, but within the first 15 of being at the farm I had lost my shoes. Yes the flips flops disappeared in the maelstrom that was the night the farm burned down. Many crazy things happened that night, a oxygen tank blew through a steal door, my father somehow manage to shoulder a 100 gallon propane tank and run with it, bright green flames shot from the roof when one gas or another exploded, and the fire burned hot enough at one point to start spinning. We got on forklifts to pull plastic bins, we moved equipment, we even let 15 fire departments know that just because their tanker truck wasn't their didn't mean they couldn't use one canal and two ponds that were literally right there to get water from. I guess if the fires already burned an hour whats it matter if you wait another 30 or 40 minutes?

I'll be writing more on this later, just to much for one pic to really show.