We finished dinner a bit earlier this evening and we were just hanging out in the bonus room.  We heard a loud siren, then shortly after we saw some flashing red lights.  We were so surprised to see a fire truck parked right across from our house.  We all hurried to bundle up and rushed outside to see the commotion.  There were four fire trucks and two smaller emergency vehicles.  We saw the firefighters at the door to the house diagonally from us.  We never met the owner of that house, and we did not see the door opened up.  There were more neighbors from the street gathering around by then and someone told us that there was a circuit break but someone else said there was some ashes at the chimney.  At that point, we saw firefighters walking on the roof, and later there was even more action.  The big ladder from a huge fire truck extended all the way up to the roof, and a firefighter climbed up to the top.  It appeared that they were spraying something at the chimney, then the job was finished.  The boys were totally fascinated by watching the firefighters in full gear and in action.  At the end one of the firefighters walked across the street to say hi to them; we chatted briefly and he left with the group.  It was funny that the only response both boys told me was that “he did not give us any stickers”.  This event wrapped up our weekend.