happenings and whatnot
I have a few work stories I'm just dying to tell, but once again I'm paranoid of my safety. Remind me to tell ya when I see you.
For my out of town friends who don't hear about news around here, there was a massive house explosing right down the street where we went to school. It was suspected it was a gas leak. The woman and her husband were fighting, so she left that night and took her daughter. The other daughter was staying with a friend. The man died. My mom and I went shopping Saturday, and she mentioned she heard a loud boom, so she went to check on my dad. She wanted to make sure he didn't fall out of bed or anything like that. He was away and at his computer, and just looked at her, "what?". Then after I dropped her off, their neighbor asked if my parents heard the loud boom. I told him yeah, actually they did. He told me about the house explosion on Lakeview. I ran back in the house and told my mom, so we hopped in the car to take a gawk. Oh. My. God. There would be no way anybody walking outside the house would have survived, let alone inside. It was leveled and charred. There was a hand mixer dangling by the cord in a tree. A KitchenAid Pro Line waffle maker in the pile, in a few different pieces. Glass, insulation, shingles everywhere. Buildings in every direction had windows blown out, except the one that was the farthest away, the siding was just melted on the 2nd floor. I wanted to take pictures, especially of the hand mixer in the tree. I lost the urge to go back when I heard someone died. It just didn't seem right.
For my out of town friends who don't hear about news around here, there was a massive house explosing right down the street where we went to school. It was suspected it was a gas leak. The woman and her husband were fighting, so she left that night and took her daughter. The other daughter was staying with a friend. The man died. My mom and I went shopping Saturday, and she mentioned she heard a loud boom, so she went to check on my dad. She wanted to make sure he didn't fall out of bed or anything like that. He was away and at his computer, and just looked at her, "what?". Then after I dropped her off, their neighbor asked if my parents heard the loud boom. I told him yeah, actually they did. He told me about the house explosion on Lakeview. I ran back in the house and told my mom, so we hopped in the car to take a gawk. Oh. My. God. There would be no way anybody walking outside the house would have survived, let alone inside. It was leveled and charred. There was a hand mixer dangling by the cord in a tree. A KitchenAid Pro Line waffle maker in the pile, in a few different pieces. Glass, insulation, shingles everywhere. Buildings in every direction had windows blown out, except the one that was the farthest away, the siding was just melted on the 2nd floor. I wanted to take pictures, especially of the hand mixer in the tree. I lost the urge to go back when I heard someone died. It just didn't seem right.
posted by Jen at 8:36 PM
1 Comments:
I know them really well, actually I have babysat their kids in that house. Its just awful and I cannot even wrap my mind around it. It was on purpose that he did this- he left a msg on her cell that said, "I am sick of your **** and I am blowing up the house with me inside." Its awful. They won't get life insurance from him and their house insurance probably won't pay either. They have nothing left. She works at Whirlpool. There is an acct at First Resource set up for her and the kids.
Becki
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