I took my lunch break at work today around 2:30pm. I went downstairs to the cafeteria, but called my wife while I headed that direction. Krissie, her Mother, and Grandmother were on the way home from Billings, Montana. While I was talking to her, she seemed very happy and the trip seemed to be going very well.
At the same time, I just had this feeling that something was not right. I felt like something was happening, and I just could not put my finger on it. I had no clue what was happening. I had not sat down for 5 minutes when I got a text message from Krissie, saying that her Grandma’s house was on fire. I then threw my food in the trash, because at this point I was no longer hungry; then i went to Nampa to check things out. We were lucky, because the fire did not go past the garage.