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In Fred Meyers where the linoleum is depressing I noticed a firewood substitute made out of coffee grounds. My Mother commented that in the early 1960's, as a teenager, she used to work at a diner near where her family RV camped for the summer. After work she would smuggle the day's discarded foil coffee bags into the RV Park. Feeding them into a dying campfire, her parents' friends would murmur in wonder as the bags were devoured by deep blues and greens. The group flirted with sleep, sipping on watered down Crown Royal. Orion's belt blinked through the trees and the first couple, hesitant to leave the warm glow, turned towards their trailer.