When I lived on the farm, my step-dad had a license for explosives.

No, he wasn’t a spy or a registered terrorist or anything like that. He had a well-drilling business, and a well-drilling license, which allowed you to purchase and own TNT.

As a teen, this was kinda cool, as I got to watch him blow up a couple of massive boulders that were in our way.

The first one was in our field, and was wasting a large bit of land. The guys that cleared the land decades before decided to just leave this rock alone. (Way too much effort to move it.)

The second one was up on our wooded hill, above the “shop/house” that we eventually moved into. We had to get our concrete cistern (for water) into the ground so that it wouldn’t freeze in the winter. Bamblooey, we blew that one up too, though I seem to remember that someone almost got blown up in the process.

Anyway, don’t play with TNT; it stings your bones.

- Daniel

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