Ok, so they are not really wildfires. Or at least what most people would refer to as a wildfire.
I've coined another definition of the word "wildfire". I use it to describe the vast amount of unexplained fires we have overnight here in the always beautiful metropolis of Dayton.
It seems that during the hotter days you are guaranteed at least one a night, somtimes up to three. They always seem to be vacant houses, but you can never be to sure what you will find inside. Sometimes there will be a homeless man, other times there will be some stray cats, and sometimes a body. You never know.
Also what is always a mystery is what kind of fire it will be. Will it be a warehouse, a vacant house somewhere in a dirty neighborhood? Or will it be the random car that somehow parked itself next to the railroad tracks and spontaneously combusted?
On slower nights I drive by to look at these fires. It's part of the job. Sometimes it can provide something exciting to look at on a boring night. These fires are like Crackerjack boxes, you never know what you'll find inside.
After all, isn't the prize what we buy Crackerjacks for in the first place?
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