Seeing storm debris stacked along city streets for block after block during these past six weeks of “hurricane daze,” I recalled those days of yore when we used our fire place. Hurricanes were the most prolific purveyor of easy-to-get firewood imaginable, so after work those days, I’d load the chainsaw in the truck and cruise the woodpiles to gather up all of that free wood.
We abandoned the fireplace 5 or 6 years ago, and I never really missed it. I’m getting to the age I don’t need that kind of exertion. But seeing the piles of wood this past week gave me some pangs of nostalgia, especially now that I’ve got a truck again.
So we bought a fire pit at Lowe’s a couple of days ago in anticipation of this first fall breeze of the season. Then yesterday, we rounded up a few armloads of storm debris lying around the alley. Today, I struck the match on the fire pit and “Voila!”
Not just like the old days but sufficiently reminiscent.
Inventio! 