People today are not allowed to do many things and it's a shame.
Growing up was fun in our town. It had pig roasts and local sweet corn from our farmers fields,
cooked in barrels and all the towns people would come to play games, eat and enjoy a night with a huge bonfire every fall.
My Dad also made one, every fall. We'd go around collecting long logs anywhere we could find them and before long we'd have this huge 16 footer
crackling away, while family sat around chatting eating,
playing a guitar, singing and keeping warm on a late October night. If neighbors wanted to drop by they were welcome. It was a fun time.
Sometimes people would collect piles of wood and shrubs and after the snow would fall, we'd again have a huge bonfire in someones back yard. There was no danger of it spreading because of all the snow.
There is nothing like it. It's so spiritual, just sitting and watching the flames, watching little fireflies getting away from it and disappearing in a deep dark starry sky. The cool freshness of the air mixed with the smell of wood still rests in my nostrils today. Once the big flames died down the hot dogs and marshmallows would come out and the kids would have fun playing with fire until almost dawn. We would have our sleeping bags and pillows outside and eventually fall asleep, red cheeked and charcoal dirty but ever so happy. lol It's funny but the kids were responsible and no one worried about fire hazards.
and had to wear a plaster cast
around the upper part of his body.
It fit under his shirt and
was not noticeable at all.
still with the cast under his shirt,
he found himself assigned to the
toughest students in school.
Walking confidently into the rowdy classroom, he opened the window
as wide as possible and then
busied himself with desk work.
he took a stapler and stapled
the tie to his chest.
from that day forth!