Where There's Smoke, Not Always Fire

This morning, I finally discovered the source for all the smokey smell which permeated my apartment. It was a building fire, several blocks away, in the other direction from where the smell was eminating. Had I known, I probably would have saved myself, together with some of my fellow tenants, the dramatics of walking several blocks east, in the rain, trying to pinpoint the source.

It wasn't until the next morning on my way to work, that I finally saw where all the activity occurred, and that the building was still smoldering.