My grandmother was a very lady-like woman who had grown up in a wealthy house and was always very careful about her manners, but for some reason she really liked to look at fires or car crashes. Whenever she heard a crash on the street she would go out and attend the scene of the accident for a while. Once, when I was five, she took me to see a fire at a warehouse a couple of blocks from my house. I wanted to go back home but she kept insisting that I see the smoke.

  11:47 pm  |   January 19 2012   |  5 notes