The 5% or 4% that don't have them, more than half of fire deaths occur in those homes.

As to my mouth, of all my features, I wish I could possess my mouth again, just as it had been before the fire. I had my mother’s lips, generous below and above; and what kissing I had practiced, mainly on my hand or on a lonely pig, had convinced me that my lips would be the source of my good fortune. I would kiss with them, and lie with them, I would make victims and willing slaves of anyone my eyes desired, simply by talking a little, and following the talk with kisses, and the kisses with demands. And they’d melt into compliance, everyone of them, happy to perform the most demeaning acts as long as I was there to reward them with a long, tongue-tied kiss when they were done. But the fire didn’t spare my lips; it took them too, erasing them utterly.

You can't fire the players at this level, thank God, ... It's a tough situation. I wish it wouldn't have happened. We shouldn't have done what we did last year. So something had to happen.

We'll give you one free, we'll put it up, make sure it works right and come back in a year and put a new battery in it.

Sure it's a little painful on the ears, but what's a little pain now when it can save your life later.

All we have to do is start the engine, push a button, and the chains fall into police.