I dived onto the internet searching for available replacements and I am not even looking on my home turf, because what ever might be available is already rusty. So I'm looking in southern parts of the U.S.
A possible replacement
2020 will also be the year I will start receiving my pension from Norway where I spent 25 years of my life. Being a pensioner does not mean retirement for me. I am having too many irons in the fire to abandon my usual life.
Starting to push the 70s means also that my head is spinning with memories popping up at times. A funny memory I had yesterday was about a time when I was just 14yrs. old.
My parents had a travel trailer they had placed in a campground during summer. Of course, they became good friends with their neighbours. So one weekend they were planning to BBQ a whole piglet which I assume is a very German thing to do. The neighbour got the piglet, while my Dad constructed the grill. This was long before propane grills became common. We used charcoal and Dad had found an old oil pan from a car to be the ideal container for the coal. He made a spit rod with a handle resting on two steel pipes. When the fun started Dad sat down starting to turn the spit with the animal. Yes, no motor there, it was all manual work. Hours were passing by and Dad was still sitting there turning the piglet. So, no wonder he was getting thirsty. For that purpose there was a bottle with clear Brandy at hand. As was the custom, a little shot glass was filled now and then. Once his assistant (not sure who had the honour) grabbed the wrong bottle with the petroleum he had used to start the fire. It had the same clear appearance as the Brandy. Dad didn't notice the different smell until it was too late.
I have never before nor ever after seen my Dad so mad.
Of course, we laughed so hard which made Dad even madder.
However, the roast turned out nice and the evening was filled with a lot of fun. Next morning Mom was feeling ill. She blamed all the crusty skin she had eaten, but I think it rather was the combination of the meat and the availability of plenty good drinks. Haha....
This story is now 54 years old, more than half of a century has passed and I am getting more and more aware of it.
Good times we had and good times we shall have for the remaining years.
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