Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Springtime on Devonshire Rd.

HELLO MARSTON
WHAT HAPPENED IS WE WOULD SKIP SCHOOL NOW AND AGAIN, WELL, QUITE
OFTEN, ESPECIALLY IN THE SPRING. THE BUSHES, GOLF COURSE AND DRAINAGE DITCH CREEKS - IT WAS WONDERLAND.
ON THIS PARTICULAR DAY, THE HOOKY PLAYERS,

LETS CALL THEM MARSTON AND STEVIE, WERE ON THE GOLF COURSE DUBBING AROUND PROBABLY AMONG OTHER THINGS TORMENTING THIS MUSKRAT WHICH WILL ATTACK WHEN CORNERED. ON SAFARI LIKE THIS ONE OR OTHERS, WE ALWAYS PACKED A GUN, SO IN SELF DEFENSE THE MANIACAL MUSKRAT WAS DISPATCHED.

THAT AFTERNOON WHEN SCHOOL WAS LET OUT THE HORDES WERE HEADED WEST ON THIRD, I THINK I WAS WITH GEORGE VINE , HEADED EASTWARD WAS MARSTON TOTING A BIG PAPER BAG, HE WAS BEAMING FROM EAR TO EAR SHOWING US HIS TROPHY,PROUDER THAN A PROTESTANT POPE. I SURE AM GLAD TO BE ABLE TO TYPEWRITE ALL THIS STUFF CAUSE IF IT WAS HANDWRITTEN I WOULD BE DIZZY FROM THE SMELL OF THE INK.

RICHARD.................

Thanks Richard W.

We never shot a golfer...




No comments: