Do you remember those street pots that burned at night around street repairs? They were about twice the size of a grapefruit, probably made of steel, and painted black. They had a wick like a lantern and burned kerosene. The smell was different from gasoline or oil. They had a strange fascination with kids in my neighborhood and we liked to move them around with sticks. They weren't very fancy, but a few years ago and found them being sold in a Walmart. But there were different colors, red, yellow, blue, green, brown and black. And they were sold as patio lights! High style?.
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