A religious tale of triumph in adversity.
I used to make rockets out of segments of those clothes hanger cardboard tubes. I used my own powder. You could buy KNO3 at the butcher's, sulphur was easily obtained from the drug store (mice repellent and also some kind of illness palliative.) Charcoal, well, heh.
That was before I learned that real powder was "corned," so my quality was pretty low.
Anyhow, one of the rockets went up, but then faltered, still burning, and fell into our neighbor's rain gutter which was undoubtedly full of dry leaves from our maple tree. Oh, crap. Smoke kept coming out of the rain gutter and I figured their house would burn down.
Our Father...
...heartily sorry...
... pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death...
It seemed like the smoke kept on forever.
Our Father...
Hail Mary10
The smoke finally stopped.
"Whew. Thanks, St. Anthony." My own personal patron Saint.
Next spring the owner hired me to clean out his rain gutters. Pain in the butt. Clean, clean, move ladder, clean, clean, but lo, there was my charred little rocket in the middle of about a three foot stretch of charred leaves.
Bless us, Lord, for we have sinned....
Do I hear an "Amen?"
Terry, 230RN