Grafton Color
I had a boss that believed in only working half days. You could either work the first 12 or the second 12, he didn't care which. That's how this down day was for us. Twelve hours for Nellie projects and then the rest for us.
Grafton Main Street
Our neighbor's boat nearly caught on fire today. That in itself should raise eyebrows. But, the really interesting bit is how the fire started. Chuck, the boat's owner, was on the back deck reading when he smelled smoke. He did a cursory check but found nothing askew. Moments later the smell was stronger. At this point he remembers suspecting Nellie but, seeing nothing wrong with her, he searched his boat again. In the sink on the flybridge he found a box of Kleenex fully engulfed in flames. A second later the offending box found itself afloat in the Illinois River. "I just bought the damn boat," Chuck explained when asked of his heroic action. A post mortem of the box revealed a round burn mark on the cardboard. It was from this point that the tissues had started smouldering. It then dawned on Chuck what had happened. While underway last week he'd put the Kleenex box and a flashlight into the sink to keep them from rolling around. So, what started the fire? Here's a hint: it was a really clear and sunny day today... The fire was started by the flashlight's concave mirror which concentrated the sun's rays, like a magnifying glass, on the Kleenex box.
Nellie's still in one piece and at the dock in Grafton, IL. No miles today and so holding at 566 for the trip. DBH
