Things blowing up

Of course, the day I finally blow off work to go skiing would be the day when things happen. I really didn’t need to be involved in monitoring another smoke plume over New York City, though this one looks like a plain old-fashioned industrial accident. The other tragedy of the weekend, being in Rhode Island, doesn’t involve me, but I can’t believe that in this day and age 95 people can be killed by a fire in just minutes.
My first reaction, sick as it was, was to be amazed that 95 people went to see a Great White concert. I mean, really. Turns out it was more than that. I can remember any number of times when, in a sober moment, I looked around a club and wondered how fast a dropped cigarette would bring the place down. In this case, at least, it seems like the doors weren’t chained shut. As a safety strategy, chaining the doors shut hasn’t been working too well, but people keep on trying it anyway.