The brand new firehouse on Hollywood Boulevard had its inauguration party and open house today. I ate hot dogs and potato chips and checked out the fire trucks. Everyone over there seemed really nice. A genuinely pleasant neighborly vibe. They had some kind of awesome bounce house stuff, with mini bounce columns inside the bounce house, but I acted like an adult, I swear. I hope the new fire engine proximity will not mean excessive siren action, but hopefully they will get the hang of where they need to be loudest and where they don’t in the neighborhood. And my place will definitely never burn down now. One of my neighbors used to be a fireman and we got excellent response time from the old firehouse, but the new one could pretty much put a fire in my place out . . . without having to exit their driveway.
