Five miles away, at the corner of 9 Mile and Mound Road, for those of you familiar with the east side.
Heather thought it was smoke, but I thought it was the weirdest post-storm black cloud I'd ever seen. Plus, we didn't see a fire and I couldn't smell anything.
Score one for my ever-sharp child bride.
UPDATE: Rosie O'Donnell just e-mailed and said it was an inside job, since fire can't melt steel.
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