File this one under bang up endings to Labor Day.

We’d just sat down to dinner last night when an explosion rocked the house. So we run around like chickens with their heads cut off, looking out windows. I saw the fire and smoke rolling into the sky first.

The house across the creek and south of us blew up. Actually, the firefighters are pretty sure a new grill on the patio/deck exploded. The propane tank flew across the street into a church’s parking lot.

The smell was awful last night, but with TV news helicopters overhead, most of it got dispersed faster. This morning, the stink is nearly all gone.

Good news is NO loss of life. The back of the house is totally gone, and it also blew a hole in their roof. Windows in houses on either side of this one were cracked or shattered. Scary!