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I can't decide if this is crazy or genius.
(new) Solar Air Lantern
Check out this new survival gadget.
It's easy to use.
Just charge it in the sun. Inflate it. And light up a room.
12 hours of backup light from a single charge!
No batteries, no wires, no hassle.
And at only 1 inch tall when deflated, it stores easily in your car or go bag.
Plus, it's waterproof so you can use it in the rain, or while boating.
See 8 more uses for the amazing Solar Air Lantern
It may be the coolest camping gadget ever.
Kids love the lanterns, and they end up learning about solar energy.
The Solar Air Lantern is virtually indestructible and even floats, so
you can re-use your lantern for years to come.
This is a must-have light source! Click the link below to see how it works.
HIS name was Stenne, little Stenne. He was a child of Paris, sickly and pale, who might have been ten years old, perhaps fifteen; with those urchins one can never tell. His mother was dead; his father, formerly in the navy, was keeper of a square in he Temple quarter. Babies, nurse-maids, old ladies in reclining-chairs, poor mothers, all of toddling Paris that seeks shelter from vehicles in those flower-gardens bordered by paths, knew Father Stenne and adored him. They knew that beneath that rough mustache, the terror of dogs and of loiterers, lay concealed a kind, melting, almost maternal smile, and that, in order to see that smile one had only to ask the good man: "How's your little boy?" Father Stenne was so fond of his boy! He was so happy in the afternoon, after school, when the little fellow came for him and they made together the circuit of the paths, stopping at each bench to salute the occupants and to answer their kind words. Unfortunately with the siege everything changed. Father Stenne's square was closed, petroleum was stored there, and the poor man, forced to keep watch all the time, passed his life among the deserted and neglected shrubs, alone, unable to smoke, and without the company of his boy except very late at night, at home. So that you should have seen his mustache when he mentioned the Prussians. As for little Stenne, he did not complain' very much of that new life. A siege! It is such an amusing thing for urchins. No school! No lessons! Vacation all the time and the street like a fair. The child stayed out of doors, wandering about until night. He followed the battalions of the quarter when they went to the fortifications, choosing by preference those which had a good band; and upon that subject little Stenne was well posted. He could tell you that the band of the 96th did not amount to much, but that in the 55th they had a fine one. At other times he watched the troops go through the drill; then there were the lines at the shopdoors. With his basket on his arm, he stood in the long lines that formed in the dark winter mornings, without gas, at the doors of the butchers' and bakers' shops. There, with their feet in the water, people became acquainted, talked politics, and every one asked his advice, as M. Stenne's son. But the games of bouchon were the most amusing thing of all, and that famous game of galoche, which the Breton militia
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