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posted on August 11, 2008
By: Robyn Doolittle
Published: August 11, 2008
Source: The Star
Something had shaken Brian Bittles awake.
Lying in the dark, next to his wife Lorraine, Bittles listened carefully. It was a shrill hissing sound, he remembers, not unlike air escaping from a tire. It was coming from the propane plant across the street.
Curious, he tiptoed to the open window. Their bedroom was at the back of the family's twostorey brick home, so he had to press his cheek against the screen to get a good look.
An ominous white mist was shooting into the air. His yard, the street, the propane tanks, everything was shrouded in a blanket of fog.
"Then I realized it wasn't fog. The next thing I know – bam! – I was flying across the room," said the 45-year-old.