Cowboy days

Guys are never too old to play cowboys.

 

A friend of the family (Kelly was his name) was always doing the craziest things.  I mean way out there type of stuff.
We got up one morning and made a pot of coffee.  Before we could sit and enjoy a cup, we heard a noise outside.  When we looked out the window, we saw the large ant hill we'd been trying to get rid of for some time and Kelly.  He took a stick and pushed into the center then withdrew it, making a neat round hole down the center.  He then poured gun powder down the hole then began making a line from the hole several feet down the sidewalk.  With a wide grin, he lit the end of the gunpowder and after a couple of seconds, it went out.  A frown crossed his face and he shrugged briefly, then bent over and lit it again.  This time, he stayed close to the ground and watched closely, but it went out again, he lit it, and again it went out after only a few moments.
Now, we could have, and should have said something as he neared the ant hole filled with gunpowder.  We should have, but we didn't think of it as we stood there completely amazed at the absurdity of a grown man doing this.
Finally, he neared the top of the ant hill and I was certain he'd realize he was over the top of the ant hill, but instead of making a new line of gunpowder or giving up completely, he lit it one more time.  The explosion was a site for sure.  We opened the front door to see if he was alright and he stood there staring at us with dirt caked to his face.  His hair was singed and his eyebrows gone.  With an eye twitching, he calmly dusted himself off and walked into our kitchen.  Without a word he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down.  "Well," he began, "it looks like you still have an ant problem."
I cannot believe he actually did that and to be so calm afterwards.  It was the funniest thing I'd ever seen.  It could have ended badly, but it didn't and you have to admit, to see a grown man do something so crazy and juvenile is just hilarious.