DATELINE: 3 June 2016 – Granbury, Texas
I became aware of the drama that was about to unload upon this sleepy Texas county seat as I strolled along Houston Street, west of the town square. Sirens wailed, and a flashing of lights in the distance hailed the coming of emergency response. Tragedy was surely upon us.
Bidding my sweet wife adieu, “I’m going across the street for a while,” I unlimbered my trusty Canon 5D and headed toward the sound of battle. Rather, the sound of commotion.
Employees of a local restaurant were already standing outside, apprehensive and idle. At least idle.
All manner of emergency vehicles converged. First the police.
Then the fire fighters.
Then emergency medical rescue. It was a full court press of this small town’s rapid response assets.
Meanwhile, tourists on Houston street ogled the mayhem.
The action grew furious.
Desperate measures unfolded.
Having grown up in Granbury, I was neither surprised nor impressed that the town counts on mystical assistance.
In the end, it was a lot about a little. A smoky kitchen fire gave all an opportunity to unlimber their specialties and their preparedness.
Eventually it was time to pack up and call it a day.
A man on the phone said NBC News in Fort Worth wanted some photos, so I sent three. I am guessing they were never used. Nobody got killed, not much of a story.
I will head back again next year and see what else is in store.