Hi, my name is Eric, and I'm a firewood obsessive.
I read about a fighter pilot shot down over Laos during the Vietnam War, who was kept as a prisoner of war and basically starved by his captors for a few years, until he escaped, and then continued to starve until he was able to walk to safety in Thailand.
Until the day he died, he kept a stash of flour, sugar, rice and other food staples under his kitchen floorboards. "I know it's irrational," he told an interviewer, "but I also know I'll never go hungry again, either."
At least now I have a psychological rationale for that huge pile of dry wood out in the back yard.
I read about a fighter pilot shot down over Laos during the Vietnam War, who was kept as a prisoner of war and basically starved by his captors for a few years, until he escaped, and then continued to starve until he was able to walk to safety in Thailand.
Until the day he died, he kept a stash of flour, sugar, rice and other food staples under his kitchen floorboards. "I know it's irrational," he told an interviewer, "but I also know I'll never go hungry again, either."
At least now I have a psychological rationale for that huge pile of dry wood out in the back yard.