tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573188106264061392.post2743355088454670208..comments2024-03-28T05:47:44.752-05:00Comments on RIFLES AT DAWN: ScaryTim Morrisseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00457723301178870851noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573188106264061392.post-45164963356398322772010-11-15T09:25:44.645-06:002010-11-15T09:25:44.645-06:00Colonel,
When I was still married to my first wif...Colonel,<br /><br />When I was still married to my first wife, we were awakened in the middle of an Oshkosh winter night by an explosion that rattled the windows. I threw on my bathrobe and hustled down the street and around the corner to find the source: a house that was now burning. I gathered with a few neighbors shivering in our slippers. It turns out that the man living there had blown up his own house. His wife and four children got out before he lit the match in the kitchen where he had turned the gas on full without lighting any of the burners. He came running out of the house, badly burned (I did not see this). He was taken to the burn center in Milwaukee but he died there.<br /><br />I don't mean to do one-upmanship here; I simply want to say "amen" to your piece.<br /><br />The Town Crank<br />NeenahSteve Erbachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05065643506800242801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573188106264061392.post-19260481800043691402010-11-10T13:30:09.069-06:002010-11-10T13:30:09.069-06:00Great piece, Tim.Great piece, Tim.Lunch Box Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08595984115469570689noreply@blogger.com