We kids

I did a column recently about the days when our family back yard was the playground of our neighborhood summers. It featured this photo of Wag and me on the porch of the playhouse my grandmother gave me. I think we were about 6 years old at this time. The playhouse was very fancy and expensive for those days but we spent less time playing house than we did climbing on the roof and using a maple tree branch to grab and swing off onto the ground below.

Summer has ended here and the coming of fall has us making some decisions about going to Texas this year. We will keep you posted on our final decision and schedule.