It was upsetting, as it would have created a huge inferno that could have killed many folks.
Interestingly enough, Luer's digs were within the range of this inferno, right across the tracks at the old Chef Francico's factory/wharehouse.
Luers had been aware that I have Green Beret military training, and had probed me for information concerning explosives and other such things while I was at the old 'Out of the Fog" coffeehouse a year or so before his little monkeyshines.
I note he tried to ignite fumes eminating from jugs of fuel with burning incense sticks, and as it was unseasonably cold that morning, Tyree was kept safe by whomever sets the weather up there. I am very, very, very glad I remembered that what knowlege was given me by the U.S. Army was taught me along with a sense of responsibility to safeguard it.
Had this clown hurt or killed someone, or even been more efficient and smart in planning his little operation's orders for these crimes, I would be a very tortured soul right now.
This situation taught me a great deal, make no mistakes about that.