A story in two parts. Part 1

A smoke event. I smelled that scary smell. "Oh, crap not again!" I looks out da kitchen window...smoke billowing. Not my building...this time. Sirens. A common unending thing here. NYFD shows up and deals with it. They're renovating a brownstone across the way Something ignited building material. No big flames. Just insulation smoking like crazy. Now my digs smell like fried cotton candy and burnt base balls. Were cool here. Life in da big city.

Part II

Our sirens. They herald such drama. Like yesterday when there was that fire across the street. Sirens are the background soundtrack of the Emerald City. Police fire medical. Particularly Medical EMS vans during the worst of the Pandemic. These were unending day, and night.

Mind you in normal times we don't notice the sirens till one of them has your name on it. When the siren drives up to your house or building then...stops. Your heart skips a beat.

Suddenly you're center stage in the vast ongoing story of this town.

But no sooner than you're famous infamous dead or missing. This in your five minutes of fame. The spotlight quickly moves on to some other character player in this City saga. Everyone eventually gets their turn. I loves this town,...in a way.