Can You Yell Fire in a Crowded Farragut Square?

I haven't thought about the Riddle Building in years.

I worked in 1993 for my hometown newspaper in Ravenna, Ohio, and one morning, the Riddle Building caught on fire. We sent every staffer on duty out that day to do some story or other. I think I recall that my job was to call the Red Cross and see what was needed or something. I don't know.

I just remember how it smelled, how smoke permeated all the air, how you couldn't escape it.

That's what it smelled like this morning, when the OEB caught fire. I just walked to werk from Farragut West over to north, watched the fire trucks go, and smelled, and sort of remembered the Riddle fire and sort of missed for a moment being a news reporter. It was fun, sort of, but I know I don’t have the constitution for it. I shoulda been a copyeditor. Sorry, Bill Walsh. Copy editor.

Or a Webmonkey. Whatever.