There are a lot of ways your house could catch on fire. One of the least likely is arson—the deliberate act of setting fire to property. So naturally, that was the one I fixated on.
The school assemblies that made the biggest imprint on me were the musical ones. The Atlanta Symphony would come once a year and play in our gym. Well, it seemed like the entire symphony, but it may have been half or a third of the actual symphony, but still pretty big nonetheless. The Army, always on the hunt for more bodies to put on the battlefield, would send the Army Band - they were impressive, I must say, but they did not sway my teenage mind to sign up and run off to exotic lands to play trumpet for them. I suspect I would have ended up in some exotic place like Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri; yeah, no thanks.
The former drug addict turned motivational speaker for ours ended his by saying “to this day the best I’ve ever felt was that first hit of cocaine. But you’ll never ever achieve that high again. And then you’ll realize one day that everything else you tried wasn’t worth it. Missing the birth of your child, losing your coñlege football scholarship, getting sn incurable disease like hep C. Not worth it.”
Which left me wondering how cocaine could be that good and terrified of getting hep c
I'm so glad that tank was empty. We could have lost all of Vermont in an instant.