Interesting moment in pop music history: <<<"his">>> trademark move — the backwards, sole-scraping "moon walk" of Michael Jackson. I came in tonight with damp, gritty shoes and did EXACTLY that same walk backwards down an entryway runner, trying to get my soles clean enough for bare wood floors. ROCKSTAR MYSTERY SOLVED!!!
The proper conditions to burn: a lively snowstorm. Shoved the pine-cone fire box into the "twig oven" and got off to a roaring start. So hot, I had to shovel snow on it to control it. About 5 hours of work. Plenty of time for reflection. Writing notes in the dark. I'm wearing a headlamp. "I've been an idiot in my life so many times, if I had an 'idiotometer' installed I would have used up the miles." "I am the last person active in Foster tonight. Except for the car that just drove by. And the 24-hour State Line Diner." "Turning months of brush cutting into charcoal for the gardens. My waterproof gloves are sodden. Like sticking your hands in slush." "The fire has moldered down to companionable. It's just me and a barking dog now." L-r: at the start, the firebox is lit, BOOM!, all that's left next morning.