Anni talked about flares in her blog today and reminded me of a place we lived back when I was in second grade. A long time ago, huh? The whole area smelled of oil but we were used to it. What I wanted to write about is the lights we had. They ran off the excess gas from an oil well. We had pipes running on the outside of the ceiling with the gas but for the life of me I can't remember how they were lit. I can't remember having to light them with a match.. I do remember they had a glass globe around them and a delicate like a filter but that isn't the exact name of it. One night I kicked my shoe off and it headed straight for the filter where the globe had an opening. My shoe flipped over and up until my shoe pointed into the globe and shattered the delicate filter. I think they were rather expensive for the times so I got a good scolding and never kicked my shoe off again. I don't remember the lights being especially bright but the gas was free because the owner of the house owned the oil well too.