Hiding Behind Grandpa

I KEPT A COAL FURNACE IN MY HOUSE long after I should have converted to oil. Why? Don't be utterly ridiculous. Name me one better place than a coal pile in which to hide a bottle from the little woman! If I felt thirsty, all I had to do was to go down and "fix the furnace." Fine for the winter. In the summer, I had some "do-it-yourself" project down there. It never got done, but it served a far nobler purpose.