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When Dad wasn't around to do it (which became more frequent the longer we lived in Sunny Valley), it was usually my job to burn the trash. I sort of remember the grass fire, but not the start of it. Was I even there? Anyway, anytime we set out a fire in our backyard fire pit here in Callander, images of that trash barrel come to mind. Not too often anymore, though, as the wildfire hazard here in Northern Ontario has been high most of the last four or five years. Where will budding pyromaniac get their jollies in this new world?

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