''whear to be'''',, would be gotten to real slow.....

And upon one of the thoughts, laid a distant memory..

A hot summers day, that passed by and by, the feeling of tomorrow's boredom,,,pre-occupied the day, so many years ago'''''''''

Not to wonder to far from the fact of this story,,, and present day remembrance, let me get directly to the subject matter....

As my brothers and I, would be looking for outside contacts in which to inter-act with as we would play our war games.......at the age of 8 , or so, a bit back now,,,

We would go to the local gun range early in the morning,,,,,, take our Army men, and tanks and various other items of war and take up opposite positions in the Back Mound of Dirt the targets are in front of,,,,,

Each of us "" building"" the area around where are ""troops""" occupied...... Hours upon hours were spent on that mound of dirt........

For you would need to entrench your '''Troops,,, before the nite time artillery rained down on them...

Well sir' you can just imagine, how long it took to have the next day come to shine,,,,, Where you would repeat the process. take inventory of the dead"",,, and rebuild the bomb-out buildings....

Aaaaaaaaa, the long hot days of summers gone by,,,,,

But to this day I STILL,,,,, enjoy the boredom of Long Hot Summers:

Time has not yet stolen, my desire, to be board ....... just one more day.

It's well into summer now,,, And I shot my first game of Rubber Band Flies,,, out on the wilderness of my front poarch with a tanker of spiced gin",,,to steady my aim......Twain,TBuk.

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Ted Bukovscak
BUKOVSCAK SIGNS
S/California
tbuk@nethere.com

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LazyEdna
in RL known as Sara Straw
from southern Utah
5 National Parks within 3 hours drive
Red Rock Heaven