It was the Saturday before Easter, as I recall. I had rolled out of bed to work on my honors project, and I was putting the coffee into the coffeemaker when it struck me that it was VERY STRANGE that someone was having a cookout at 8 (or was it 7? or 9?) in the morning. I opened my apartment door to a wall of smoke. What happened next is a blur in my memory, but it seemed to happen... Read more