We formally retired our rusted outdoor fireplace today, and in its place we purchased a cast-iron chimenea for our outdoor gatherings. I trust that this fireplace will last a decade or more, especially given its considerable weight and sturdy moving parts.
Any global warming activists in my neighborhood will no doubt be disappointed at my decision to burn dead tree branches and kindling for the bourgeois activities of marshmallow-roasting and hotdog-toasting, but alas: I am a person with lengthy traditional ties to such behaviors.
The chimenea, despite its historical origins in Mexico, is typically manufactured in lands with cheaper labor. Ours was no exception, being produced in China, though some American import, distribution, and wholesale businesses likely helped drive up the price I paid at Menards. Still, in a globalized world, any manufactured widgets I buy mean that I am stuffing less cash in the proverbial mattress and pumping more into the consumer-oriented economies of the world.
But for the moment I prefer to warm my hands in front of the chimenea and enjoy the company, rather than become weighted down with the global ramifications of the purchase of a farking fire pit.