It was a glorious, sunny October day.  Just a bit windy, though.  Like every Sunday, we – aunts, uncles, cousins – were gathered at my parents’ home for dinner.  Just as we were settling in someone noticed a tiny plume of smoke off in the distance.  Several of the adventurous uncles – including Bob, my husband – decided to investigate.  “We’ll be right back. Start eating without us” they called as they piled into a car. …