Ken wrote: As I look back, I think > I was happiest cutting lawns.
Me too Ken. Great days. When I remember those times, I don't even remember the green fingers or the dirt. My mom designated me lawn boy and I did it without question, for who else would do it? Girls didn't do those kinds of things around our house and my big brother was gone away by the time we moved into town. We had no lawn in the country for the chickens always ate it up. heheh I loved the feel of the grass upon my fingers and the manicured look after I was through. I loved the smell of the grass, of the summer, of my youth, and the feeling of knowing my family and I were ensconced in familial togetherness. Saturday afternoons in small town Texas with nary a care in the world. Have much the same feelings, at least pertaining to happiness, when I look back upon my paper route. Every afternoon I would pop that bag upon my back, loaded with papers from Clovis, New Mexico, and off I would go. TW-Sweet Bird of Youth. Thanks for the memories Ken. mack > > Ken
