My last post got interrupted by supper. Since everyone is telling near miss stories, I better tell one also. In my sister's back yard is really deep sewer manhole. One night, drunk, stoned, and bored my friends and I decided to dump a quart of gasoline in the manhole, followed by a gasoline soaked burning stick, the gasoline ignited the methane in the sewer and for the next thirty seconds flames roared and gushed out of the manhole while the lid rolled around in it's rim. It was quite a show so we tried it again but nothing happened. Of course not, we'd burned up all the fuel and oxygen, so we waited till next Tuesday and tried it again with the same spectacular results. All during the summer of 1965 this became a weekly ritual, my sister and her husband would go square dancing, and my friends and I would watch the kids, get drunk and blow up the sewer. No one got hurt, we never did any real damage and we never got caught. Red Mountain wine was $1.98 a gallon and my dad would buy as much as we wanted as long has he got a free jug for himself. Last time I visited was in 2003 and my nephew and I wanted to do it again but my sister wouldn't let us, bummer.