I just walked outside with my black lab, Rebel and we both sniffed the air, and I said, "Somebody has a fire, " meaning that somebody had an outside fire going, most likely a wood fire in a backyard. You can have fires here, all you city folks, it's in the country. I dated a girl once who lived so far out in the country that there was no trash pickup, so you burned everything. Now, that's country.
I love the smell of a fire, all men do. Or should. Yeah, women can like them too. But let me focus on the men for now. Something about fire, isn't there, guys? smelling a fire ignites you and lighting a fire .... invigorates you, makes you want to yell like you are ODIN ON A MOUNTAIN TOP. I mean, every guy I know loves a fire, loves lighting the fire and keeping it going, and absolutely loves lighting a fire that leads to an explosive device, like one of those crazy fireworks that I can only buy in Pennsylvania because I live in communist New Jersey, but I light them off, because I am an American and America was built on outlaws and by the founding fathers, it is everyone's right to be an outlaw once in a while. So I had all illegal fireworks and set off some crazy stuff, and the whole time I was giggling, like a school kid. I was so happy lighting stuff and see it go up way into the air and explode.
I like lighters. I collect them. I don't smoke. I like just having them. I have Zippo's from the band, Down. I have Zippo's that keep you warm when hunting. I like them. One time I took my then 9-year-old son hunting in -12 degree weather and he almost froze to death, so that night, I went to Walmart and bought one of those tiny garbage cans and I found this dust that will light in any circumstance, and then I even brought kindling with me, and I built the greatest fire in a goose blind the world has ever seen. It was magnificent and roaring and I could barely pull my son away from it to scan the skies for geese.
I'm walking outside again in a few minutes. And maybe I will light a fire. Just a little one.