An alert citizen sees smoke rising from the back of the Essners' house, smells something untoward, and of course calls 911. The whole damn fire company from St. Armands Fire Station #3 shows up in a couple of minutes, plus our police car.
The Essners' gate is locked, of course. Firefighters have no problem dealing with that. MaryAnn Armour in full jogging rig calls the Essners. "What's up?" Turns out...Bob Essner is running the smoker behind the house — ribs? mullet? pork chops? Everyone's much relieved.
Thank you alert citizen; and thank you, speedy firemen! Better safe than sorry.
PS — We have it on good authority: Bob was smoking brisket for the November 13th Neighborhood Potluck! ~BG
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