Fond Memories of My Father, the Arsonist

Dad in later years

When summertime came and I was out of school, Dad would take me with him on one of his sales trips to get me out of Mom's hair.  It was always a fun time of practical jokes, eating on the road and general bonding.

Once Dad and I took an extended trip which inevitably required doing a load of laundry. Fortunately, the motel we were in had a coin-operated washer and dryer.

Unfortunately, it was Dad's first experience at starting potentially dangerous fires.