When I was seven or eight years old, I was sitting in my room and a gas explosion in my basement blew my wall to smithereens. This evening, a family member sent me these photos of my room in the aftermath of the blast. Gotta say, in looking them over, I’m kind of amazed I’m here. 
As #BabyCannon would say, “boom.”
And yes, those are posters on the wall of “Fish that We Eat” and “Fish that Eat Us.”
