Louis Copt watches the TV screen, which shows a roaring, crackling fire rushing through brown grass in the Flint Hills.
All that's missing is the smell of smoke and the terror of actually being there.
"It was way too windy to be burning that day," Copt says with a smirk.
He would know -- he was the one holding the video camera.
by Terry Rombeck, LJWorld.com Jump to the Source Article