Probably more fans, but smudge pots still get used occasionally here in Oregon.
When I was a little kid, my dad ( the workaholic) would work in the orchard near us for extra money outside of his usual prison guard job.
Along with going picking with him, the owner would call him up to set the smudge pots and I went along, too.
Pretty much anywhere he went, I followed along like a loyal dog.
I miss him so much.
If he was still alive you can bet the house fire nightmare wouldn’t be what it still is.
He’d have taken up for me and I’d not have been cheated and short on money to get back home.
Miss him bad.
😢
Since the orchard is just back the road from me, I might go look.