Burning Leaves

I miss the smell of burning leaves in the fall.  As a kid, it was part of life.  I don't for a minute believe all this balderdash about the pollution effects of all the smoke.

You stood with your Dad, just having raked the yard clear, and tossed a match.  Dry leaves do like to burn.  And you inhaled the fragrant smoke.  Plus, once done, the leaves are gone and life went on.

I think this whole no-burning-of-leaves thing was a plot by the airline pilots union because they had to work a tad harder on takeoff to see through all the smoke.