My dad, who is 76 tells a story about when he and his brother were boys. He was 17 and his brother was 19. They were burning brush in the back yard. His brother went into the outhouse to relieve himself and my dad picked up a stick that was on fire. He stuck the lit end into the back trap of the outhouse. He left it there and ran. He says he turned around about 50 feet away just in time to see the methane ignite. Dad tells that when it did you could see the flash through the cracks in the boards, and the whole outhouse filled with one fast, furious flash. The door blew open and his brother came stumbling out unharmed, shook up and scorched but essentially unharmed. His brother's name was Charles, but to this day they still call him Rosie.

Well I was most relieved by the last sentence at the bottom of the profile.

I was 'relieved' that they don't have any 'free-flowing' thoughts.

-HG

PS. Also relieved about the exchange thing too. :)