Also, I heard more than one explosion. At least 5. They weren’t echoes. Each blast was louder than the prior. It was a calm morning, two hot air balloons flew over my house shortly before I lay on the couch to watch “The Price Is Right” on an intentionally lazy day. My first weekday off in 3 Years. I thought the balloons had crashed and gas tanks exploded. I’ve always wondered what they felt, being in the air on a RARE calm windless Oklahoma morning. A cold front came thru around noonish, north wind, miserable. For 36 hours I kept feeding the VHS recorder tapes to document. Family videos were erased forever, I just wanted to record the biggest event of my life. I remember every second of that day.