I actually like the practical aspect of this morality tale, but that may be because there’s railroad and mining work in my family. I never saw blasting caps or similar paraphernalia, but I certainly knew all about their potential danger.

The same with guns, too, now that I think about it. My granddads and father were all hunters, and while I never even got close to any of their hunting gear, I knew all about it in terms of danger and safety. The wooden gun closet in our basement was kept NAILED shut out of season. Still, I didn’t even dare walk close to it.

(As an off topic aside, as a child I was freaked out by deer hunting and would never eat venison. However, I totally loved cleaning and plucking pheasant, not to mention gutting fish. What a little weirdo!)