Give them a fire pit, a few beers, and voila. Instant inferno.
Never mind the children. No, no. They'll get out of the way.
But I admit that I write this as I sit in my camp chair, nice and toasty warm.
The men started the fire, then left us women to chat while they go to the garage and play some drinking game called "baseball".
Tonight's pic represents the age-old tradition of a campfire with friends, and the even older tradition of men playing with fire.
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