Ok Poet, I'll give you another. Memory, remember I have little imagination.
Way back in '55 my parents went on vacation and I stayed with my grandmother. Small town, Central Illinois, I'd pick up her mail and that of her neighbors. B2 was her number. I'd stop and have a sandwich and a coke, 16 ounces for a dime, at the diner. Credit wasn't a problem then. I'd also stop at the flooring place that had fishing tackle in he back. No credit problem there either.
I helped the neighbor collect eggs and milk the cows. Collected eggs, hauled milk and watched as the eggs were candled to see if they were fertile. Scratched the cows heads and kept the flys off them.
Doc Lang had a pond and everyone could use it. Hell, Doc used to let me get bucked off his ponies while trying to break them. Denzel Hayes lived across the road on the other side, 55 years old, lived with his mother and delivered mail. I rode with him at times and he was safe as could be. Not to say the teenage kid down the block didn't threaten me with his penis, I mean it was huge and he ...
Anyway, 5 of us went skinny dipping in Lang's pond one afternoon. 5 in and 4 out. One kid went under and didn't come out. Rescue squad, town of 300, sent divers down. Grappling hooks got him an hour later. I'd never seen any one pulled out of the water with grappling hooks. I'd never seen a blue person before. Doc Lang worked on him for an hour before giving up. He'd probabaly delivered the guy. The next day 4 of us swam in the same pond naked. |
