When I picked up the log for the family reunion this year, it split in half (upper left)… It’s finally rotted and full of ants enough that it’s falling apart. With most of the cousins in attendance, we decided this was the year to lay it to rest in the fire ring… But not before Andy gave it a proper eulogy. He related why he’d started saving it (to whittle a stool), how we’d always made our marks on it each year, where it lives (holding down my generator cover) while waiting for each reunion, and even the church-a-monk log throwing competitions. I think he actually brought tears to a couple eyes (upper right). He’s a sentimental guy though, and saved a little bit for his shelf of precious memories (lower right).
We’re not done yet though… We noticed a log that refused to burn, TWICE! We named it Shadrach when Andy pulled it out of the fire (with his bare hands) the second time…! Log number two begins…
