Scary stuff

Those of you who follow my Facebook and Twitter know I was treated to a visit by a firefighter last week. A firefighter who burst into my house and started running toward the bedroom. No, it wasn't a bad porno. I stammered out, "I didn't call you," and she ran back out to the truck, where they determined that my next door neighbors had called, thinking the wife was having a stroke.

I saw my neighbor up and around today and I'm relieved to report that she is perfectly fine. She had a seizure, s...