it's a fore

That's how my dad says it...not fire. Fore. On purpose of course. When we would go camping, he would ask who wanted to build the fore. Tend the fore. Put out the fore. Well, now it's my Chad and his friends. He got home about midnight last night, maybe a little later. And he had to leave again at 6:30 this morning. The fire is up on Raccoon Mountain (it is the mtn. between Lookout Mountain, which is the most famous one in town, and Signal Mountain, which we live at the bottom of). They stopped working last night (not irresponsibly of course, no people or property were in immediate danger) and got started back at it this morning.

I know what he does is important, stopping fires from spreading and either destroying valuable forest or really spreading and destroying homes and property. But, I was really looking forward to spending the day together today. Sunday is the only day we both have off this week and we both look forward to it all week but oh well....bummer. I do get a little nervous but I just say a little prayer and know that God is in control of both those guys out there and the outcome.