Last night the boys were throwing firecrackers and jumping jacks into the bonfire. Some fell right into the red hot coals and immediately exploded. Others, fell into similarly hot coals but took several minutes before they were overcome by the heat. The anticipation was as much fun as the bang. One or two that fell took more than an hour before succumbing. These did the best job of getting screams.
Also, last night a fault somewhere out of the Prospect Point Substation lit up the foggy rain-soaked sky in blue and orange for almost a second. I didn't see the actual arc, but the clocks began blinking in the house. On our longer-than-necessary-so-Tim-can-explore drive home we saw the amber fault indicators blinking away just outside the sub.
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