My grandfather always burned all his trash. One day it was my turn. Somehow an aerosol can got in the trash. Boom! Luckily I wasn’t hurt.
Another time at a keg party someone threw the empty keg on the bonfire. You’ve never seen people run so fast.
-SB
memory sliding a bit here...
back in the day, my grandparents in a housing projects.(I moved in with my g’mother 4 years after my g’father passed on)
All our garbage was incinerated. Cans\Bottles - everything-—down the chute.
Nobody thought about those kinds of things (aerosols etc...).
Place was all concrete and steel. Windows were leaded-lined.(had left-over ww2 blackout shades)
Had a tuff time hanging pictures
Interesting thing is, the incinerators provided energy\winter heat for the whole flipping projects.
Then the smog fairies took over and ended that - long after we left.
It’s river property that had been condemned. It was a great place to live until the blacks from Cabrini-Green started fleeing that jungle and makin our place a jungle. We adiosed in ‘68.
The place is now in the process of being re-imaged as new living with part of it completed.
Back to the subject...I wonder why he haven’t figured out a way to burn our garbage without have the climate people have heart attacks.
Fun times, Huh? But the guys who make the kegs long ago learned about the possibility of bonfire keggers and such. The keg would have had a blow-out plug that would prevent serious damage. But explaining the odor of beer head, on your clothes, to your Mom might have been awkward?