Wayne Harrison wrote:More recently, about five years ago on Margaret's first caving trip, I was still wearing my carbide light when I was peering over my glasses at the cave map (I am nearsighted and didn't have bi-focals then)... and I smelled smoke and Margaret yelled, "Dad! Dad! The map's on fire!"
On my first survey trip into Wind Cave, I was resting in a small room out beyond Silent Expressway (uh, somewhat frazzed after chasing Paul Burger and Stan Allison). Getting a little chilled, I stretched out my tee-shirt and cradled my carbide underneath. And, of course, then nodded off and awoke to find my shirt on fire!
swm (don't even ask about the sardines on that trip!)

(need a eat my face smile) or snatch me up
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If you can't grow it, I mine it.