BURNING THE MAN

Last month we burned a mango for The President. 

       

Last night we burned a man for ourselves. 
Thirty-five of us set up camp so we could feast, frolic, and have our own version of Nevada's Burning Man Festival.  Dave built a 9-foot stick man then we tied dead branches to it.

      When we put a match to it flames roared 14-feet high.   As his "bones" weakened the man peaked out of the fire and eased down in a slow goodbye. 

 When someone shouted out, "What does it mean?" Dave answered, "If you have to ask you'll never know". 
 Some of the girls complained about his gender.   Next time we'll burn a woman.