The 1983 fire was the one while I was there as an active brother. Jim's younger brother, as well as a nephew, were ATOs with me at the time.
The fire happened at the end of summer session; three KAs were partying after their last final, came over to our house late at night, and broke into the kitchen (probably just walked in the always-unlocked door). Cooked some food, then had a food fight, and when leaving threw a pack of firecrackers into the open window of the living room. They caught some curtains on fire and half the house burned down.
FSU PD did some excellent detective work, following the trail of ketchup and mustard that they were squirting at each other back across the street, into the KA house, and down the hall to the room where a couple of them were passed out.
I knew two of them, always felt bad for them. Dumb, drunken goofing off altered the course of their lives. Two were entering their senior years, all got kicked out of FSU.
