When we lived in Pennsyvania we had a big old concrete block burner in the backyard because we were remodling a 100 year old house and had tons (literally) of torn out walls and floors to get rid of. My Sons loved it and I couldn't keep Don out of it. Dan would come to me when they were about 7 and tell me "Don's in the fire again!" so I would go back and there he would be with a stick or something, poking around in the fire. No amount of butt whooping would keep him out of there.

Nice to see places where you can actually light a fire and not go to jail.

Don