Wow. I’ve pointed to some great stuff in my older blogs.
There are two posts I tripped across that are worth mentioning here. Both open with a fire destroying everything!
It was a steel-cold morning, and we were standing on the sidewalk beside what had once been our factory. The roof of the crazy old building, which the underwriters would not insure, had fallen in during the night. The red-hot stove had finished the job. Not a stick was left.
“Don’t you know that everything I have on earth is in there?” I went on, indignantly: “My drafting instruments, my tools, my other suit — they’re all gone, and there isn’t a penny of insurance.”
“That’s just what I was laughing about, the beautiful completeness of it all! We don’t have to bother trying to save anything. There’s nothing to save.”
On a freezing day in January almost five years ago, I got a call from a neighbor who had seen smoke coming out of my roof. The barn that housed my 2,000-square-foot metal workshop was on fire.
Most of that day was a blur, but I know that about 100 firefighters worked past dark trying to put the blaze out. To this day we don’t know how the fire started, but by evening almost everything was gone. All that was left were two stone walls and the building’s foundation. I remember feeling huge waves of nausea and thinking, “Oh, my God, my business is gone.”