When I was a kid in the 70's we used to visit my great-grandfather every summer on his ranch in Texas. He owned several oil wells in the area.

I remember at nights the family would sit around a bonfire and talk. The elders would smoke cigars. I still can remember the feeling of the dry summer heat and the star-filled sky.

Sometimes the topic would come up of what would happen if great-grandfather's oil wells dried up.

He always laughed and said the same thing, "Every time they say we're running out of oil, the price goes to the moon."

Then he'd ash his cigar and stare into the fire, "They've been saying it for sixty years. But those wells just keep pumping."

Great-grandfather isn't around anymore, but his wells are still pumping.

This last part isn't related to oil, but one year my great-grandfather tossed a box of fireworks into the bonfire. It was epic. I never laughed so hard in my life. Still haven't.