We play tennis and cook out on Friday nights in the neighborhood.  I usually play first, then do the cooking.
Last night, my match went long, so one of the guys said he would start the grill.  I had brought one of my kettles, my chimney, charcoal, newspaper, a long lighter, gloves, and all the tools.  I looked over and a couple of guys were looking at the chimney like it was a new species.  They dismissed it and someone got some lighter fluid.
The next thing I know the flames were roaring 15 feet in the air!  When I got off the court, the burgers were burning over an open flame.  I checked the grill and the charcoal was stacked like a volcano, with the center almost touching the cooking grate.  The burgers that had already been taken off were like charred hockey pucks.
Maybe I just take these things for granted, but I thought cooking hamburgers over a charcoal fire was a rite of manhood, passed on from father to son.  What has the gas grill done to our men?  And don't even get me started about electric smokers.