There must be something going on. Neighbors dialing up neighbors, friends breaking exciting news. ‘You gotta come quick, you gotta check this out.’ Some can’t miss, must see event is happening down the street. A huge mushroom cloud fills the sky, preceded by a giant fireball equal in size to a small Walmart. Maybe the old movie theater finally burned down or some dumb farm kid smoked a cigarette too close to a gas pump. With dust and ash settling, charcoal gray plums of smoke invades the sky. The tired water tower, painted basketball orange back in ’58 to celebrate the highschool’s state championship finally gave way, flooding the city’s streets. It was old and decrepit. Spilled water firmed up and froze, sending cars gliding like a badly choreographed ice capades.