Internal Affairs

I've always dreamed of a job in a downtown where all the big boys and girls work, but I don't know about Dallas after it blowing up for the second time this summer. The first time was a warehouse fire down the street from Wednesday's explosion.

That blue building the firefighters keep hosing down on the TV is my dad's mechanic's shop. Or it was. And I hope this doesn't mean nearby Sigel's will be closing.

Of course, I found out about today's explosion the hard way: My usual route to work was detoured just before I get on the Zang bridge. I followed traffic, thinking that would be the smart thing to do. But I got way lost and ended up going every direction except toward downtown. Luckily, once I got to Commerce Street, I was in familiar territory and found a way across the river. Good thing I had the Texas heat to keep me company. Anyone else get detoured? What did the explosion sound and feel like from inside the building?

And the intern brown bag was canceled, which is sad because I was really looking forward to it, learning about photos and graphics. Crazy morning.