"Hey! What are you kids doing out there?!"
"Don't lie to me - I can smell smoke!"
"Aw mom, we're just making thermite...."
"Not again! I told you kids that was the last Etch-a-Sketch I was going to buy you and I meant it!"
After witnessing the unleashing of all sorts of toxic clouds into the crisp desert air, I moved on to the next seminar: black powder rockets. I've taken this class before at the PGI conference in Gilette and I absolutely loved both the class and the teachers (Kurt Medlin and Steve Majdali), so there was no question whether I'd be attending or not. Those guys are so knowledgeable that I could sit through that course 20 times and still learn something new. Plus they're really nice and funny.
I knocked my rocket out in no time flat and walked out to the magazine on the rocket range with a wonderful fellow named Antonio that I met in class. He's a Vegas performer that uses colored fire, so I talked his ear off in the 15 minutes it took to walk out to the range and back. One of the things I really enjoyed this year was how many wonderful folks I met. Everyone is so nice and most seem to feel really comfortable being themselves, knowing like-minded individuals are about.