Once upon a time my friend Paul and I had the coolest fort in the world. We used to hike into the hills around my house, build up the fort, and just goof off. One day we met some other kids up in the hills and it looked like it was going to rain. We scurried into the fort and built a small campfire. One kid, Carry, threw in a large branch of dead pine needles, the fire flared up, and that was that--the fort went up in smoke. So the title of this post is actually wrong. It was Carry! Carry was the bastard that burnt down the coolest fort in the world! I demand a new fort! I still really haven't gotten over the trauma of that day.