I'm getting on in years and the old noggin ain't what it used to be but I can still remember the old days when people didn't lock their doors, when a man's word meant something and when families stayed together and enjoyed the simple things in life.
During the winter, we practically lived in our snowshoes. Before global warming, we used to have giant snowstorms which would last for days. We would wait till the blizzard died down, then off we would go, tracking along this beautiful path which in now better known as Rt. 66.
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