Archive for September 9th, 2012
So, last night as I sat here, writing, like a good author, I noticed a persistent sort of noise, a kind of blat-blat-blat thing -- just loud enough to be annoying. I was writing at the kitchen table, and the refrigerator, among other Modern Innovations has an ice-maker which occasionally makes bizarre noises as a bid for attention, so I got up to tend to it...and noticed that the sound seemed, actually, to be coming from outside.
I stepped out onto the back porch, where the blatting was indeed much louder, and saw emergency lights flashing across the back wall, at the motel just next door.
The motel with the parking lot full of motorcycles, as distinct from the motel one down from there, which was closed for the season.
I went inside and called 911, and while I was giving the dispatcher the information, the entire Old Orchard Beach Fire Department, and a good bit of the Police Department, too, descended upon the motel, typing up traffic and yelling through bull-horns and flashing lights and in general having a heckuva good time. It was raining, just a little, sufficient to take down any smoke, if there was any smoke. My theory is that someone had lit up in their room, or on the porch, but with the door open, and set everything in motion.
The Fire Department was very thorough, but in about twenty minutes, they decided their work was done and pulled away. The cops tarried, but what they did there, I have no idea, since the rain started to fall harder and I still had work to do.
It rained off and on during the night. The folks upstairs spent much of it moving and dropping furniture, so it was just as well that I was up late, working.
This morning, there were mountains of seaweed on the beach at low tide, and gorgeous swirls of blue-grey clouds. I took a small walk after breakfast; there are some pictures, here.
--Sharon on location at Archers Beach, Sunday, September 9, 2012