Beach bonfire
Here’s what I’ve been forgetting to report on: A couple of weeks ago our friends Henry and Mark went around town picking up discarded Christmas trees, and invited us all to watch them burn at Ocean Beach after dark. (The trees, not Mark and Henry. They’re both married. [Welcome to the land of jokes gotten only by catechism class survivors.]) We brought some hot dogs and drinks and had a regular spectacle. Those things go up like a pile of firecrackers. (The trees, not the hot dogs. [Welcome to the land of writers who are so lazy they would rather just pile on the brackets than make properly structured sentences.]) It was beautiful, but watching those sparks fly made me glad we’ve switched to a boring old artificial tree at our house.
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that night was the most contact I ever had with christmas trees. I enjoyed holding them and smelling the sap.