Sizzling Smell in the Air

I admit I am a bit of a thrify person. I could not bring myself to pay extra to have yard waste carted off this year; yet, I had a growing mound of branches and clippings from all summer. I grew up in the country and country folk...well, we burn it. I probably violated numerous Crossing codes today, but I no longer have my mound of burnables. I cleverly decided what good is a grill if you can't grill up more than a little chicken once in awhile? Jonell arrived home to find me flaming between the pine trees. The neighborhood biker gang, and by "biker gang" I mean slew of kids on bikes, went speeding down the alley screaming, "The grill is on fire! The grill is on fire!" I was sure somebody was about to come over and put my brilliant plan on hold, but I was able to finish. I should share that I did discover you can accidently burn away patches of your lawn in the process so be careful if you try my silliness yourself. I also saw the neighbor's house appears to have been finished and they've got it listed again. Any takers? You could enjoy a pyromaniac for a neighbor?