Rutherford B. Hayes Campfire, Saturday Afternoon

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Tony had tried to get a fire started, but he'd gone through a whole book of matches and the damn thing still wouldn't stay lit. He had hot dogs and buns ready to cook if it ever got going. He figured he was probably doing something wrong, but he had no clue what. He had wood, he had flame, what else was there?

He gave up and munched on a cold hot dog.



[Open like a British bakery on the 4th of July!]