I grew up with a fireplace. That burned real wood. And we actually had
fires in it! During the long, cold, California winters (where "cold" is
a relative term), every weekend Mom would pop Dobie Gray on the hi-fi
and Dad would veg out to football on our black-and-white TV (we were
the last family on Earth to get color) and stoke up the fire. And a
couple times a year, we'd have marshmallows.
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