Campfires

Last night, we tailgated at Roxanne's house for the high school football game. The action started around 5:30 and included cornhole, campfire, food, and food. The cornhole competition was pretty intense and animated. The spread of food included some fabulous chili of which I gladly partook of two full bowls. (I return back to the chili later.) The Lions roared and turned in a sound victory 61-7 over the Cavaliers. After the game, Troy and Trent headed to my house for a campfire. Chad joined us later. It was an interesting guy time filled with conversation and laughs. Those who had partaken of the aforementioned chili also provided some musical entertainment. But in all seriousness, we talked about some pretty deep stuff (well, Chad might not have been there for the serious part). As I was dozing off around 2:00 AM, I was thinking about campfires. There is something about campfire that is special. In the darkness of the night, the fire provides light. The aroma of smoke wafts to the nostrils. The heat of the fire warms the body. Chocolate, marshmallow, and graham cracker lingers on the taste buds. The flames seem to beckon us to "play" with the fire and attempt to burn any number of items. It is during these times that, for whatever reason, it seems like we feel free to be a little bit more of ourselves. We open up a little bit, share what is on our minds, think about the future, reminisce, imagine, concoct goofy ideas. Good times.