We enjoyed Saturday night at the Talbot's house, eating lots of Harry Potter themed foods and watching the BYU football game. At 8pm, we decided we had drank enough pumpkin juice and ate enough Yorkshire pudding, and we headed home. As we approched our house, we were greeted with dozens of firetrucks, ambulances, and police cars. Being forced to turn and go down the alley, we were unsure if it was our house that was on fire. The church next to us was blocking the view, as was all the emergency vehicles and flashing lights. Fortunately, it was not our house. Unfortunately, it was our neighbor's house, the Stulls. The Stulls are good people, and have lived in this town most of their lives. Their house is a triplex, and they rent out a portion of it. The house is one of the oldest in town, and rumor has it that it used to be run as a hotel (sometime in the 1800's I'm sure). We took them over some freshly baked cookies yesterday morning and it was really hard to see Ron and Steve in tears as we let them know we were thinking of them. They are really concerned about their elderly parents, who have never lived anywhere else. Thankfully, no one was hurt in the incident. Our thoughts and prayers are with them.
