Category Archives: Days in Small

The Good Ole Days. . .


Life has a way Of changing things. We just can’t stay In one spot. That I can for sure say. Gas was thirty cents a gallon, Now we really have to pay. Had no running water, But what the hey. … Continue reading

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Misspent Youth


Time tells all On young or old, Short or tall Of what we bought or sold Thoughts are fraught With things we buy into. And what we bought Are the things we do. Sometimes those things We will have to sell … Continue reading

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He Needed Washing


Being teenagers in a gang of country boys could be exciting.  It was nothing like the “gangs” of today.  We did do stuff that got us shot at on one occasion, though.  We like riding motorcycles at two am in … Continue reading

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