...I smell something cooking. Doesn't smell very good. More like burning
plastic bags. Smoke curls up around my face. John looks over and casually
comments, "fire."

"What?"

"You're on fire."

I look down, and my parka is up against the space heater. Flames are
licking up from my groin to my chest...

Up to this point, I thought this was going to be one of
those......um.......whattyacallit......fish stories.

Reality bites.

Wolfgang
nice job, Frank.

In all honesty, I still have the burnt LL Bean parka. I was really proud of
that, as I spent 80 bucks on it as a closeout special. On a GI's pay, that
was a whole crap load of money.

--
Frank Reid
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