This is my friend, Debbie. Glenda is my friend, Debbie is her sister. By default, that makes Debbie my friend, too. I've known Debbie for years; she used to live here in SJ (She is Joanie's sister, too!) back years ago and I knew her way back then, too. Debbie is a character. I mean that in a nice way.
While in the Phoenix area, Mike and I went to Peoria to visit Glenda. Debbie was there so we all visited together. Debbie told us about a recent motorcycle trip she made to Wickenburg with her boyfriend. Along the way they had stopped and Debbie had asked him, "Can you smell that?" She continued, "Something really stinks. It smells like a fire or something. Can you smell it?"
They agreed there was an odor of smoke in the air. Something, somewhere was burning.
Uh-huh. I wonder what was burning. Seriously! Debbie's boot was on fire and they didn't know it! It was apparently smoldering when they stopped. After arriving in Wickenburg she actually had flames shooting from her heel and smoke just billowing from her now blazing boot.
Fortunately, someone came to the rescue with a glass of water to extinguish the blaze. What a tale! And she has the boot to prove it!
