Friday, July 10, 2009

Forest Fire


My best friend Bernie was the son of the shoe maker and barber in town, and his mother made the best home made bread besides my mom. We got in all kinds of trouble, going through the ice of a pond, and starting a forest fire across the tracks from the stockyards in the Porcupine Forest Reserve that Dad can to call in the men and Cats to put it out, we in trouble then.

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