A local kid keeps egging my house. The boy’s parents won’t do anything, even though I have him on video. Should I shame him on YouTube?
Wiping up congealing yolks is no way to spend a Saturday, so I
Incidents like this are what constitute a rough day at work for smokejumpers. And a normal day at the office is hardly mellow. When deployed to a fireline, a smokejumper’s e-calendar might look something like this: Jump out of a plane flying at 15,000 feet, land a parachute near a hundred-acre forest fire, fell a few trees with a chainsaw and hack hundreds of feet of trench using hand tools.
A local kid keeps egging my house. The boy’s parents won’t do anything, even though I have him on video. Should I shame him on YouTube?
Wiping up congealing yolks is no way to spend a Saturday, so I