Randy Mac’s Livin’ It Up: A lesson in fireworks…and aeronautics

 

Randy Mac

Randy Mac

I was digging around in some stuff in my garage the other day and found a few old “Black Cat” firecrackers from some years ago. I was remembering the days when, as a kid, we would be in Arkansas visiting relatives near one of the holidays when fireworks would be available.

One of my aunts/uncles owned a small, old-fashioned service station, and they would sell fireworks displayed in an old glass display case. Since I was kinfolk, I always got a purdy good deal on the fireworks I’d get there.

We were allowed to light things that didn’t blow up or go up while we were in town. Everything else had to be kept in wraps until we had made it back to my grandmother’s house out in the country.

One evening I had been shootin’ firecrackers for a while, blowing up tin cans, plastic Army men, small cars, etc.  I still had a handful of Blackcats left and decided I’d be creative in the use of ‘em.

Earlier that week my dad had taken me to the old “Five and Dime” in downtown Prescott. I also had a fascination with flying those small, balsawood airplanes. (We had not yet advanced to the fancy Styrofoam planes that are more common today.)  I had gotten a couple of those planes, and one of ‘em was still in the bag. I assembled it, and went into the house to find a roll of Scotch tape.

Although I was only nine or so, I could picture some purdy neat ideas in my head. I envisioned my plane, flying through the air, with explosions happening on and all around it.  It was a cool sight…in my head.

I carefully began to tape firecrackers on the wings, tail, and body of that plane, each one close enough to the next one that the fuses could be made to  contact each other.  I’m not sure how many firecrackers I finally had fastened to that plane, but it was purdy well covered. Let the fun begin!

I held the plane in my right (throwing) hand, reached back with my left hand, and lit the two fuses closest to the front. As soon as they were fully lit, I gave that plane a good, quick throw.

It was then that I learned a bit about the necessity of proper weight and balance in the world of aeronautics. That plane did nothing but spin in the air, blow up by my head, and fall straight to the ground.

I didn’t tell my folks about THAT adventure. (And I was able to hear out of my right ear within a few hours.)

Life’s an adventure. I’m livin’ it up!

Randy McLelland, known as “Randy Mac,” is pastor of Cornerstone Christian Fellowship and and entertainer. He can reached at randymac@randymac.com.

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