| This was no ordinary swing, when you swung out and were at the furthest from the point where you start out: you were also at the point furthest from the ground. In other words it was possibly a thousand feet from where you are sitting on the swing to the bottom of the ground below. It is a scary, scary ride. Another thing he did was to take us arrowhead hunting. He always was able to find us at least one arrowhead and usually more. It was on that day he was taking myself and my father. The drive down to the river I listened to Dad and Uncle Claude talk about politics. Dad was pretty much a republican and Uncle Claude was a devout democrat. Dad would just agree with Uncle Claude and then later complain to Mom about his twisted political views. I had reached an age where I was able to understand such things for the first time. I found it quite entertaining to see my father keeping his mouth shut or even better, agreeing with stuff he obviously did not agree. A couple of times I laughed out loud when Uncle Claude would hit on a point which I knew was a particular sore spot with the old man. I stopped after he gave me a look that promised I wouldn’t be able to sit down for the coming month. Lucky for me we arrived before there was time for me to get into too much trouble. I wasted no time getting out of the car and getting started looking for the arrowheads. They could be anywhere around the general area of the shore of the river. The most likely places however were spots which would provide a good selection of the right kind of rocks. Beyond that you should look for places where it would be more comfortable for the braves to sit and create their instruments of death. |  |