Well this is all just sad. When I was a kid there was a small lake in
the neighborhood, A fellow by the name of Tom Crow lived about 5 houses
down and across the street right on the lake, he has a nice dock in his
back yard, and all us teenage boys were welcome to go in his yard and
fish whenever we liked.

As a matter of fact, Tom owned the local lumber yard. When we turned 16
he hired a few of us after school to work at the lumber yard. My first
job, working with my friends.

When I see the guys from the old days, we still laugh and joke about
the times we had working at the lumber yard, there was a room with bins
on the walls full of different kinds of nails, and a scale the center
of the room to weight the purchases. Well the floor was about 2 inches
deep in spillled nails from over the years, we had to 'sort' the nails
back into their appropriate bins. Good grief, we would sit in there
sorting nails, singing Molly Hatchet songs.

Best times of my life, fishing on Toms dock and working at the lumber
yard with my buddies.

How the hell did life get so complicated?