The rocketeers

There was a ‘real’ rocket which apparently never came to ground: I wasn’t present for its launch but I’m told it’s in a tree somewhere on our property. There were spare engines, however, so naturally it was decided to build a replacement rocket out of whatever spare objects we could find in my basement.

This justifies years of hoarding random objects. “I can make Art out of this someday!” Or, as it turns out, explosives.