Mounting the Fire Extinguisher
Lori Narlock
My father rarely sat still at the cabin. He was always working on something that needed to be fixed or making an improvement. Once when we were all up there together, my father installed the small broom closet in the kitchen while my sister and I sat on the sofa.
When the closet was complete he called out to no one in particular his next course of action. “I’m going to mount the fire extinguisher in the closet now,” he said.
“Are your sure there’s enough room for that,” I responded. And then my sister and I fell into loud laughter while my father rightfully glared at us.