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Today is the 22nd Anniversary of my house burning down. It happened on 8/8/88. So, not unlike Nova Lee (portrayed by Natalie Portman) in the movie Where the Heart is, who dreaded the number 5, I don’t like the number 8.
After it happened, and I was sifting through the ashes seeing if anything was salvagable, I came across a Fireman’s calender that I had purchased at the beginning of the year. It was singed a bit around the edges, but that was it. Everything in the bedroom, except the calender, was burnt to a crisp. I remember thinking, “How is that possible?” It reminded me of that tornado that completely destroyed a restaurant, but left one of the tables with an upright ketchup bottle on it untouched.
So, every August 8th I think about the day that I came home and my house was destroyed by fire. I also think about Beatrice, the daughter of Sarah Ferguson, who was born on that day. And, I think about that firefighter calender that survived, and how eerily strange and ironic that is.