During a recent Iowa trip to see Mom, we were out for a walk at 7:00 in the morning. I stopped during the walk because I had caught a whiff of white pine smoke, which can mean fire in an old house in much of the Mid-West. We looked at every house around us, but saw no smoke, and couldn't catch another smell of it either. We decided it was probably someone's backyard fireplace, since there was construction nearby with lots of old white pine scrap.
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