U2 and Burned Cookies

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It was summer, 1987. My sister Andreia and I hung around together a lot.

A couple of things stand out; U2's Joshua Tree album played almost incessantly and burned cookies.

 

One day Mom and Dad left to run an errand and I popped some cookies in the oven. When I returned to take them out, I noticed flames where the cookies were supposed to be. 

Now, let me describe the set up.

Mom and Dad were living in a two-story condo, and next door lived a single mom, Sanna and her son, Joey, about my sister's age. They were good neighbors full of good humor.

I had just read that if you have an oven fire to leave the door closed and turn off the oven. Call the fire department immediately.

So I did.

It seemed like all of Edmond's fire departments showed up, about seven trucks including a couple of grass trucks and the fire chief's truck.

 

By then Sanna and Joey had joined us along with some other neighbors on our lawn as we watched the fully-clad fire fighters rush into our condo.

One of them emerged with the pan filled with burned cookies that were still smoking. I don't recall what he said, but he we all laughed. All ended up well.

No sooner had the last fire truck rounded the corner on their exit from our neighborhood, Mom and Dad drove around the other corner into the neighborhood. I recall them asking what was going on and getting a laugh at the timing of it all.

I enjoy laughing. My mother's family especially has the corner on that commodity. 

I enjoy being with my sister. I have very good memories. Even in the worst of times, I'd rather be with family and enjoying my sister's humor and perspective on things.

I dedicate this post to a most dedicated wife, mother, educator and business owner, my sister. It's always good to see your smiling face and hear your humor! It makes life worth the ride :-)

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