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  • boys will be boys.

    I had plenty of opportunities growing up to indulge my boyish interest in pyrotechnics, my grandfather built a fireworks factory. I tagged along with my dad to the factory on many a Sunday morning mostly in silence. The few words spoken – “don’t touch that,” “get away from there,” broke his meditative silence at intervals. The musky smells of chemicals, papers and dirt, combined to fill the office with the well recognized odor of my dad’s job. You could say it stunk but I smelled the incense of heaven.