So my neighbor walks up to the fence and his jaw drops.

There I am, kneeling in the driveway, a Swiss army knife by my side, jumper cables in my hands, one end hooked to the battery of my 41 year old car, and the other end hooked to mother of all bottle rockets wired up, ready to go.

And he wanted to know what I was doing…

Sigh…

(Note – it flew a LONG way) 🙂

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