Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, August 1, 2013 at 09:17 AM.

All kinds of things can be said and points can be made on how simple times were when we were younger.  Was the world a safer place?  Did we have less to worry about?  Will the Cubs ever win a World Series?

Yes, Yes and No.

That is just my opinion, but the last time I checked, I was entitled to it.

I’m never going to be young again, I have to accept that fact.  If I want to fly a June Bug on a string, I can still do it.  Folks might look at me like I’m a nut; I can accept and revel in that.

As far as the sensation of a rope around my leg and being held down or captured by a number of things, I guess that is actually just in my mind.

After staring at the wall a few minutes, I turned on the computer, checked my phone for messages and put away my childish thoughts.  In a little while, my good friend and co-worker for over 20 years knocked on the door and took my mind off the June Bug.

Didn’t you have kids in your neighborhood growing up that would knock on your door or come right in your house and share ridiculous idea with you?   In my case, it would usually involve digging a hole, building a fort or destroying something with firecrackers or rocks.  We usually did it.

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