About this time two summers ago I witnessed an amazing feat. A former neighbor’s boyfriend cooked a few dozen hamburgers and hot dogs on the spokes of a bicycle tire. Sounds dumb, right? Well, first off, there wasn’t even a fire (this man was familiar with most all city ordinances). He didn’t have tin foil or a spatula, either. Just two citronella candles, lighter fluid and an iron will.

It was impressive. He knew it. The bloody apron he wore read, “No grill. No gas. No West Nile. NO PROBLEM!”

The best part was later in the evening when, ultimately satisfied with the feast and the make-shift way it was prepared, this guy made an empty challenge to the star of the popular syndicated television show, “MacGyver.”

“I’ll see the length of you’re hockey mullet Richard Dean Anderson, and raise you four inches more,” he said in a loud whisper, staring off into the distance with his arms wrapped around Dusty, his favorite girl.