Sneezeweed

 My niece, Rachel, called.  She suggested that for a perfect evening, Brent and I should make a fire in Ragnarok, roast wieners, make smores, play Quiddler, listen to Old Time Radio, and pop popcorn.  Sounded like a plan.  Being a bit of a pyro, I got a good fire started.  We ate and then sat talking until the stars started coming out.  Came inside played-listened-popped.  We had a good time.  Rachel can call anytime.