Cup XIX: Fire, but no Fireworks

Tea: Ginger Peach Green, with honey

Music: One fight song, one alma mater, a lot of drum line pounding

Time: Evening

Tomorrow's the homecoming football game for the high school where two of the kids go. Tonight was the bonfire, complete with burning of the opposing team in effigy.

Tried to convince the junior daughter to take along a bunch of Black Cats (no, not the animals), stuff them into the dummy (no, not the freshman son) and liven up said effigy-burning.

She refused, in a saddening display of good behavior. And by the time the freshman son got there -- looking quite dashing in his tuxedo, I must say -- the dummy was already in the fire.

Ah, well. Maybe they'll go out and TP someone's yard after the game.

I suppose tonight's creepy story should have something to do with fire, shouldn't it?

Here 'tis, then:

Edgar Allan Poe, "Hop-Frog"