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I'm embarrassed. Three weeks ago I talked about a fire that one of our daughters and son-in-law kept from getting out of hand. What I said then was mostly accurate, but left out the parts that made it a good story. As I said, embarrassed. Particularly since I'd asked our daughter to look it over and correct any mistakes or omissions: which she did. But somehow I didn't notice her contributions. So this week I've pared back what I said — and added what our daughter had to say [with a couple of my notes] about a small fire that stayed small.... More at A Catholic Citizen in America . (Keeping a small fire small depended on being prepared and knowing how to use hoe and hose. Our daughter tells the rest, and the interesting part, of the story.)

One of our daughters and her husband run a milling company on the homestead where my mother grew up. Nothing about running a small business is, I suspect, "routine", but some days are less routine than other. Take, for example, the fire that didn't get out of control earlier this summer. There's an old Red River Valley joke where a newcomer asks "does it always blow this way?" and the local replies, "no: sometimes it blows the other way". This particular day was windier than usual.... More at A Catholic Citizen in America . (Strong south wind and a small fire in the waste pile: keeping it small depended on being prepared and knowing how to use hoe and hose.)