"On my way down," I text back, slip on my boots and my coat, and head out.
When I get down, flashing lights illuminate the whole street, but the worst seems to be over even though the ladder is still up to the 5th floor and the occasional gust of white billows out from where the fire department broke a window to get in.
We stand in the cold and debate whether it's smoke or water vapor, but Katie finally settles it, saying, "If it was water, it would fall down, at these temperatures, but since it only goes up, it has to be smoke."
One year ago today: Phone Snatchers Abound in Midtown
Two years ago today: Morning Luck
Three years ago today: Good Guy Brain
Six years ago today: 12/9/10 late nights in the slope
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