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Campfire Song

    Hey, everyone. It rained here yesterday, which we desperately needed. Since the ground was wet I felt that I could risk a fire in the burn pit in my back yard. The pit is made of concrete and mountain stone but is open on one side. It helps prevent sparks from catching the woods on fire. In this area your carelessness could have far-reaching effects.
    I got a nice fire going before dark and was sitting in a lawn chair watching the flames as the sun went down. My wife was at work so I was alone. I had some champagne and then switched over to beer which was not smart. Anyway, I was listening to my I-Pod and keeping an eagle eye out for cougars. Other than the immediate circle of firelight there was that awesome darkness peculiar to the woods. There was a rumble of thunder to the north and just a bit of a cool breeze, which was nice.
    I had my I-Pod on shuffle and a song from the sixties came on. The song is titled Laurie, Strange Things Happen In This World. The theme of the song is this: Boy meets girl at dance, walks her home, puts his sweater around her because she's cold. After he drops her at her door he remembers his sweater and returns for it. Her Dad answers the door and bluntly informs the guy that Laurie had died a year ago that night. The boy then walks to the graveyard and sees his sweater, lying there upon her grave. Yeah, I know. Freaky, and definitely worth a cold chill. So I sit there and listen to this song and I see a light coming up the driveway. Aw, I'm messing with you, dude. It was my wife, coming in from work.
    Even the shuffle feature on the I-Pad has a sense of humor.
From the strange place. CE Wills
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