The grands were here this weekend. Grandpa was telling us stories about when he was a boy. Oh man, the stories he tells. Crazy stuff...about growing up on a farm in North Dakota during the depression and the dust bowl. I guess there was so much dirt blowing around that it drifted against their fences until they were totally covered. Rather than move all that dirt, Grandpa and his brothers just built another fence on top of the old one! They drilled their own well with an auger and a team of horses and then had to pump the water and haul it in a 5o gallon drum out to the garden so they could irrigate. "I tell ya, you kids have had it easy" was how Gramps finished up his monologue. But as I was thinkin' about it, I'm actually gonna have some pretty good stories for my grandkids too! I'll be able to tell them about how I went away to a camp out in the woods and worked 17 hour days for 60 cents an hour plus room and board. Won't that make for a jolly good story? I bet I could think of a way to spice that up a bit too...add something in about the cowboys and indians. And then just wait 'till I get back from the jungle. My stories will be off the HOOK!  ¶ 10:00 PM