Picture of what's left of our shop, notice the totally destroyed station wagon... Now that I have internet on my computer and have some time I can relay to all of you what happened to me. I went to sleep at about 9:55 am on Tuesday March the 14th after a night of gaming. I was awoken around 2pm (best estimate) by my brother screaming down to me "MURRAY! THE SHOP'S ON FIRE! I'M NOT JOKING!" Which we all thought later was funny, cuz why would he joke about something like that? What happened next was a blur, I don't remember where my cat was, just that he was in my arms when I got upstairs, I don't even remember grabbing him really. I do vaguely, but not the actual action. I remember getting my clothes on but didn't get my shoes on. I got up and I can't remember if I look out the main door and saw the shop burning or not. The next thing I remember is standing at the front door with Fluffer (my cat) in my hands in my socks, it was raining and my feet were soaked, I looked over at the shop and it was nothing but a huge fireball, it was clear right then it would be totally destroyed. Then my brother and helping to get dad out the front door, he had a stroke 2 years ago and can't move very fast without help. I remember seeing the smoke in the house. I put Fluffer in my van for the time being just because I had no other place to put him, and I didn't want him to run away or back in the house. Once we got Dad over in to our neighbor's car I went and got Fluffer and man he looked scared. At some point I saw Boyd (the guy that worked for my dad) and asked if he was ok, and he told me he was although to be honest in all the commotion I had forgotten all about him. The firemen did an amazing job. The shop was gone before they even got there, nothing could have saved it. But the only real damage in our house is from the smoke and the ceilings in our living room and kitchen are gone and the attic. We need a whole new roof but I was amazed at how little damage was sustained in the house. We have 13 rooms and only 2 of them sustained major damage and 1 minor water damage. In my room, our 2 bathrooms, the laundry room our spare room and my brother's room you couldn't even tell there was a fire except for the smell. And in the kitchen and living room all the walls are in perfect condition, at least on the outside. All of our possesions were saved except for the sofa loveseat and chair in the livingroom and our radio, also in the living room. A very early estimate to being able to move back in is 3 months, but we won't really have a firm timetable until the 2 contractors put in bids. We were lucky though, there's no doubt about it. just 20 minutes before the fire Boyd had taken the setalene and oxygen tanks (for welding) out to our back shop, he normally stores them right by the furnace which was where the fire started. If they had have been there my father and brother would be dead for sure, he might have died depending on the timing of the explosion and I live in the concrete encased basement so it's anyone's guess if I would have died, although with my bro, my pop, and Boyd who's family by marriage but I consider by blood dead and my house destroyed I wouldn't have wanted to live anyway. Also if he had have been paining at the time it also would have exploded. Here are the 2 newspaper stories about the fire, I've removed certain personal items for my privacy. And now I come back to find out we've lost Adam to the Dolts and Willie to the Brownies?? Wow, what a crappy month.