My first conscious experience with celebratory fire was in July 2003 in Baghdad when Iraqis celebrated the deaths of Uday and Qusay Hussein (Saddam’s two sons). At the time, I was working the night shift at Camp Victory and while walking back to my sleeping tent (I almost called it home) with two co-workers. The sky was lit up with […]
So far Mr. Cabbage and I have rung in the New Year hacking up our lungs, causing us to miss a bit of work and visit the doctor three times between the two of us. 2019 can only get better from here, right?