How to Tell The Difference Between the Intermission and the End of the Show

My husband bought a flamethrower. It’s bigger than you’d use to caramelize a crème brûlée, but it’s smaller than Elon Musk’s Flamethrower of the Zombie Apocalypse. Our flamethrower is ostensibly to light the grill, but as Hubs says, “Do you really need a motive to own a flamethrower?” Growing up, my Dad would build a briquette tower in an ancient black Weber, douse it with lighter fluid, and set it ablaze with a match. Then we’d wait forever for the flames to catch and heat the kettle. He’d rearrange the hot coals and grill our meal over the flames with expertise honed from years of practice. After grilling there’d be a pile of ashes to scrape out and spread somewhere in the backyard, providing hours of fun as we plowed roads with our toy bulldozers. <a href="https://medium.com/crows-feet/once-upon-a-time-in-texas-we-bought-a-flamethrower-c38a759406dc">Read More</a>