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My husband is on his way to Blackshear to today to fix some fickle printers, and has been told by his employers to take a scenic route (much longer) because of the fires that are located between Folkston and Waycross. Just this morning the news reported that the fires had turned on them faster than you can yell “Bartender, make mine a double!” The winds we have been experiencing are very strong, and to add insult to injury, we have not had any significant rainfall for some time.

Several friends of mine live in that area, and so far, they are all ok, but I’ve noticed the dark circles in their eyes, and the slow cadence of their walk. They are tired and afraid, and no one can blame them for that. At any given moment in time, their town could be evacuated, and from day to day, they are not sure if their house will be left standing. So many houses have already been lost and the next few days doesn’t look that promising.

Just the other day, Chickie told me she was getting so sick of all the smoke and ash. For the last week or so, they have not been able to go outside for PE because of it. I let her vent because I know that for a twelve year old it can be frustrating. Then she surprised me. After finishing her tirade she grew quiet. Slowly turning towards me she said; “I was just thinking that maybe I shouldn’t complain. I was thinking that maybe I should be thankful that we are safe.” I replied; “I was thinking the same thing.”

On second thought Bartender, make that two Root Beer floats, with a side of Whipped Cream.