Every Thanksgiving and Christmas, my mother bakes an extra pie to take to the local fire station. Sometimes she puts her address on the pie, sometimes not. I guess she figures it's good Karma and maybe the firefighters will show up a few second faster if they notice that it's the Pie Address that's on fire. Regardless, Will usually goes to deliver the pie and Christmas Eve 2006 was no exception. The firefighters were very kind, shaking his hand and showing him the fire truck and ambulance. Uncle Joe and Aunt Gina went, too, as did Rodney, and Joe said Gina had a better time than Will, since she hadn't taken a fire station tour before. Next year Xan will get to go.
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