The first firetruck was followed by three more, including one of the long ladder trucks, and a Fire Captain's SUV, and a police car. I didn't see smoke, but several firepersons went into the apartment building across the street. After a while they came out, packed up everything, and the trucks drove off one by one. There was a bunch of standing about talking, too.
I don't know what they were talking about, as I stayed in my apartment. I figured there wasn't much I could do to help, except stay out of the way. I did note that when two firetrucks are parked on Morrison, the exit from the parking lot is completely blocked. So if there's ever another callout, I'll be sure to park my car on an adjacent street in advance.
That's the most exciting thing that's happened to me in the last day. Something must be up, though, three different friends/family members have reported emotional upheavals today, all unconnected (they happened in three different states). Omens? Coincidence? I don't know. Interesting timing, to say the least.