I must have been 12 years old when I heard someone pounding at my parents door and yelling, "Call 911" at 2am. It was my parents neighbor and his house was on fire. He and his family were fortunate to get out of the house safely. Unfortunately their house burned down to the studs and pretty much lost everything.
It turned out the cause was from a flying ember from their kettle grill that got lodged in between their deck boards. It took hours before the fire really took hold. Long after they've gone to bed. They heard glass shatter and were woken. They thought someone was maybe trying to break in. Only to find out their whole back of their house was in flames.
I promised myself whenever I bought my house that I'd keep any grill off the deck. It almost scarred me when I was watching my neighbors watch their house burn down. Almost seemed surreal.
I can't tell you how many times I wish I could walk six feet from my kitchen to my deck and use my grill. Instead I have to walk through the living room, down a flight of stairs, through the garage, to get to my driveway. A complete pain. Than I picture myself watching my house burn down and all I needed to do was walk through the living room, down a flight of stairs, through the garage, to get to my driveway.
So I'm a weird grill/smoker driveway guy...
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