I saw this on a t-shirt the other day. Had to stop and write it down: Drink water Love hard Fight Racism

Jeb, we didn't have street lights but had to be able to hear the bell and come home when Ma rang it...or we had to be home before dusk. We spent time catching frogs in the pond, we had a pool we swam in, we would "make beer": run water through sluiceways we made in the gravel pile and the foam from the water that would collect in pools we called beer...we hammered together our own boards to make "boats" we would float on the pond. We went tromping through the woods with our free range dogs and sometimes even the cats would join us for part of the journey. So glad I can appreciate it all now...at the time I really didn't as that was just what was normal...it was just how it was.

The license plate repeats the model of the truck F 150 - F JUAN 50

Every day there is something to do and I am getting tired of it.