Kirk Mobert wrote:I have memories of my pop on the wood shingled roof with a dribbling hose, in gale force winds, scrambling to save the house from yet another chimney fire..
Happened once a year like clockwork, and somehow they never learned..
Sonofagun. What a great story for, "How'd you get into rocket stoves, anyway?"
(Reminds of when I tried to
sell life insurance. The most successful guy in the office had an honest-to-goodness passion for selling life insurance. Turned out, he had gotten his job, sold his parents a policy, and within a few MONTHS delivered a big death benefit check to his mother. No wonder he made a career out of it.)