On Wednesday, I was mindlessly shrink-wrapping orders at my drone-job in South Saint Paul, when I glanced out the window to my left, only to see a roiling plume of thick, black smoke shooting into the sky above the building across the lot. Minutes later, we were evacuated by the fire department and sent across the street—on the coldest day yet this season—to gawk and take pictures. When we were all finally sent home, I was not allowed access to my car, as it was completely enveloped in toxic smoke.

I also got a chance to use the video feature on my slick, new phone—the results of which far exceeded my expectations.

This article explains the rest.