You’ve likely heard of the “untouchables.” There are two meanings, actually. One refers to a marginalized caste in Indian society. The other to incorruptible Prohibition-era U.S. lawmen.
In my firewood stockpile, I have
something I call the “unstackables.” These are chunks of split wood too wonky
to fit into my neat rows of firewood.
I’m a bit persnickety about my
stacks, and the unstackables—thanks to bulging knots or twisted grain—are
irregular in shape and don’t fit in. They make the stack tippy and loose.
As fuel, though, they’re just fine.
My solution is to toss them into a loose
pile on top of a box I built for firewood storage.
It ain’t pretty, as they say in slack
quarters, but it burns well.
An Orderly Stack of Firewood
The Unstackables
All Put Together
—Mitchell Hegman
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