The fire stories remind me, while far from the stupidest thing I've ever done, I almost burned down my grandfather's barn, sneaking a smoke when I was 12.
Some hay caught fire from my match and my grandfather found the smolder just in time. Boy, he kicked my butt on that one.
His house, in Laona, NY, is well known on Rt. 60. Everyone around there knows what house it is, 3 1/2 stores tall and built in 1825.
But it's the Barn that has been put on the National Registry of Historic buildings, not the house.
I would have been in BIG trouble!
