Anyways, Wilmore is small. There are two stop lights, two gas stations, a couple of small resturants for your dining pleasure and then there is Asbury smack dab in the middle of it. The hub, if you will.
I love this town. Although I don't want to live here forever, it'll always have a special place in my heart.
As you can imagine, there isn't much to do in Wilmore, especially on a Monday night, but this past Monday night was different.
I was hanging out at Confrontation Point Ministries with a couple of friends when suddenly we see huge billows up smoke coming from town. Of course we had to see what was going on, so we all jumped in a friend's car and followed the clouds of black smoke.
Upon arriving, we noticed that it was the old seminary housing that was on fire. We were confused, because no one lives in the apartments any more. We then realized that the seminary had donated the aparentments to the fire department to conduct drills. Of course no one knew that, so the whole town was out watching. The ice cream truck even came by. It was good business and the firefighters enjoyed it too.