by Robert M. Katzman © July 21, 2022 If anyone else alive today  Still remembers I certainly knew the Delicate irritating nature When handling persnickety Fabled Coleman Lanterns During windy Chicago winters With so much frozen Moisture in the air It was damned difficult To light a wooden match To ignite the mantles Fifty-five years ago … Continue reading 1965: When I Kept My Lantern Lit