Good flames
More flames. The smoke pouring out of the backhoe (on the left) is impressively black.
Over on my side of Grace Street, we have people wandering around, talking on their phones, and stepping out into traffic without looking. The drivers aren't paying too much attention to the road either, so it's pure luck that no one's been hurt.
The car parked in front of where I'm standing pulls away and the guy standing next to me says, "Oh man, now I have to use someone else's car as a heat shield."