A report on the fire that burnt Seattle down. I’ve been doing a lot of research on this for a couple years, and trying to get into the underground parts they don’t let people into with a video camera.
Excerpt:
“There were five of us in the room. Mr. Kirchener, Charley Stoll, an old Swede named Berg [sic, John E. Back], a young Swede from New York and myself [Mr. Kittermaster]. At the first alarm I was about forty feet away with my back toward the stove. As I turned to look back it [a glue pot on a stove] was blazing right up, and I saw Berg seize a pail of water to throw upon it. I shouted for him not to do it, but the ignorant Swede seemed excited and danced about with the pail before he dashed the water. I rushed to a corner to get my coat, intending to throw it over the burning glue and keep the air out; but the instant water touched the material everything in the shop was in a blaze and the smoke was so dense that I had difficulty to get out.”
The fire was started
This is a teaser – sorry.
More to come.
I'm hooked on etymology, folklore, writing, live music, and making movies. I jam the axe and I'm currently learning how to beat the skins. I write cool software and meaningful screenplays.
I like to drive fast with the top down in the rain with the music cranked.
My tastes in TV, music, film, and literature are broad but obscure. I keep a journal, write screenplays, compose music, take many pictures, and create software.
When camping at night, you can find me staring into the campfire either playing the guitar or telling a spooky story under the moonlight. I love thunder storms, Friday is my favorite day and my favorite number is 9. 
