Earlier, while in the way-back machine, I noticed that this time last year I was also ready to burn. Funny, but I’ve got that same urge today. And here’s the object of my desire:
The last one we had was….destroyed by fire. And so were my eyebrows. Anyway, the local hardware store has this in a beautiful bronze that I must have. I like my fire pit portable.
Speaking of firepits, the Friday after Thanksgiving we had a big family bar-be-que at our house. I had been cutting up scrap wood for the firepit for several weeks. We lit the pit around 3 pm. Around 5, several us were sitting in the back around the pit when I heard a truck drive down the street and stop, then the sound of airbrakes. I said to Great Scott, “I bet that’s the fire department.” It was, someone had reported a bar-be-que grill was on fire at the neighbor’s house. The firemen looked over our pit and gave us the ok sign. We are pretty sure we know who called the fire department.
My grandson and I saw that house on fire.
Bus, in an effort to appease Mr. GreenJeans with the first pit purchase, I called the fire chief to get clearance, and as long as it was enclosed, it was ok. Chimeneas, didn’t count.
Did you and your grandson torch that house?