{"id":6265,"date":"2014-02-14T05:00:57","date_gmt":"2014-02-14T10:00:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/?p=6265"},"modified":"2014-02-13T23:40:54","modified_gmt":"2014-02-14T04:40:54","slug":"and-now-for-something-completely-different-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/?p=6265","title":{"rendered":"And now, for something completely different"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>On a Saturday evening, in around 1974, I was with my neighbor at the local stock car track with a &#8220;Borrowed&#8221; car driving in the &#8220;straight street&#8221; amateur heats. We had won about fourteen dollars, I think from coming in third. It was exciting, even if we only got that due to four other cars wrecking. <\/p>\n<p>Anyway, we were in the pits and I was taking the &#8220;Real&#8221; tires out of the trunk and putting the &#8220;Racing&#8221; tires back in, and I found a water heater anode that had come out of our heater just a day before. <\/p>\n<p>We had just done experiments with magnesium in chem class that semester, and I knew this thing would burn, so in a clelbratory mood, I hammered the rod into the ground and lit it with a propane torch. <\/p>\n<p>You would have thought I had started a new religion. All the people in the pits came to stare at the shiny white magnesium flame, and half the stands emptied out to come stare. I looked around, propane torch in hand, and saw men and women rubbing up against one another and making it clear this was the most exciting thing they&#8217;d seen in a while. Well, it is Indiana, after all. Anyway, rather than getting into trouble, I was a hero, for the remainder of the night. We drove the car home, later than usual, put the &#8220;Racing&#8221; tires back on the car of their rightful owner, and snuck back into bed. <\/p>\n<p>The next day- like all sundays- I served mass. As it was late in my seniority I got the early mass, but my heart wasn&#8217;t in it and I still had the smell of the burning magnesium in my nose. I didn&#8217;t get sick but it was touch and go a minute. <\/p>\n<p>I have no earthly idea how I survived my childhood. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On a Saturday evening, in around 1974, I was with my neighbor at the local stock car track with a &#8220;Borrowed&#8221; car driving in the &#8220;straight street&#8221; amateur heats. We had won about fourteen dollars, I think from coming in third. It was exciting, even if we only got that due to four other cars [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6265","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6265"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6265"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6265\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6265"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6265"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6265"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}