Anonymous
Too Young To Know The Difference
A Little Too CloseLong about 1952, as a five-year-old, one day Dad, Uncle Stan and Uncle Vern were making a dump run and the back of the truck was filled with garbage. Two or three of us kids were invited to go along. I’m sure it wasn’t an invite from Dad but most likely from Uncle Stan who was much more appreciative of youngins. The adults were in the cab, and us kids jumped in the back, on top of the crap that was to be discarded. I set...