personal stories

As I was headed in to town at about 2:30, I noticed a lot of smoke on Turtle Island [also called M Island], a favorite camping and blueberry picking island just to the west of Franson Island. When I landed on the island, I discovered a large perimeter of fire that was fanning out from a spot where some idiot had apparently dumped out a Weber grill. Several larger trees were burning, the bushes were on fire and the flames were headed towards a really nice section of youngish red and white pines, so I went to the boat, emptied out a square tote and started fighting fire.

I am wondering if you have a personal story that shows the spirit of our city. It could be just about anything.