Fire Inspection

In the summer of 1958, my Aunt Barbara came over our 517 East 83rd Street apartment. She sat in the kitchen with my Mom drinking coffee. When Mom got busy, and wasn't paying attention, Barbara went to and opened the back window by the fire escape. Then she sat back down like nothing happened.

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Within a few minutes we heard this big gruff voice, "Fire Inspector, Fire Inspector!" Mom popped out of her chair scared shitless. In came my Aunt Joan in my red fire hat with a big grin on her face.

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Joan had gone to the roof and came down to the fourth floor on the fire escape and waited for Barbara to open the window to let her in.

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