I went outside and built a bonfire in the yard. We passed a bottle of bourbon around. Soon all the wood was used up. I got the chairs off the porch and threw them in. When they were gone, I grabbed anything that would burn––my daughter’s wagon, rakes and shovels, a bag of bark dust. I pulled our redwood picnic table across the yard and set it on the fire. I got the gas can from the garage and poured it on. There was an enormous ball of orange flame that blossomed into the night air. We cheered and clapped.