– A gas station near Woodbine was damaged by a fire early Monday morning.
The fire broke out just before 5 a.m. at the Phillips 66 on Glenrose Avenue.
First responders reported flames and heavy smoke coming from the building. Sky 5 HD showed multiple fire engines on the scene.
The fire was extinguished by 6:30 a.m.
No injuries have been reported. The cause of the fire was under investigation.
I woke a few minutes before 5, and again a few minutes after 5 – each time wondering, “Why?” Sleep was fitful and I finally rose at 6 to attend to a little work that was nagging me.
My usual morning pattern was broken so I saw little harm in checking the local news before heading here to write. (You never know what inspiration local news might offer.)
I saw the headline above scroll past on the website of Channel 5 News. “Woodbine” caught my attention. I live in Woodbine but the gas station in the picture was not familiar to me – even with the street name listed, I still couldn’t place its location.
Of course, the picture was taken before daylight and from an angle I’d never viewed it.
I was stymied.
My mind hopped into its imaginary car and traveled the entire length of Glenrose Avenue. And, then I “saw” it – a mile from my house. Every time I head West I pass that station. Hubby drives past it every day he works. Daughter buys gas there when her tank nears empty. We pass it on the way to church.
As a child, my friends and I walked to it, or the store across from it, and bought penny candy and chips and cashed in cola bottles we’d picked up on the walk down there.
I knew the gas station, but not from the angle presented in the picture.
All those fire trucks…”multiple engines on the scene” is how the news reported it…and I heard nothing.
All that excitement going on just a mile from me and I was unaware.
That bothers me for some reason, and I’m not sure why.
I didn’t need to be aware and I had nothing to offer those fighting the fire or investigating the scene. But, still…it bothers me that I was so close and knew nothing.
It also bothers me when I learn of a friend who is going through a hard time or has suffered loss and know that I failed to hear the siren’s wail or see the flashing lights.
Or, that I viewed things from an odd angle and didn’t recognize familiar landmarks – made assumptions, took action or made comments – and messed up royally, putting my foot in my mouth instead of out the door.