More Words, Deeper Hole

I think I should add a warning that amateur rocketry [...] is a fine way to address any surplus of fingers or eyes and any deficit of life-altering injuries one may feel one suffers from. My father (a teen around 1950) had a hilarious experience involving accidentally igniting a load of solid rocket fuel he and his buddies were preparing and by hilarious, I mean "in some other kid's basement and nobody died". Well, nobody died as a result of the cook-off; I don't know how the kid's parents reacted to coming home to find every surface of their home covered in fine carbon soot because my dad left before that happened.