This is the spot where I used to stand. How I wish I could see it again as it was 30 years ago, the views, the fences, the lay of the land. Minutes turned to hours here, even an afternoon. I would day-dream, swing a bat, or throw rocks. It always ended too soon. The fence is gone and the road now paved. I miss the way it was, the cows, the dirt, the rocks, you know, back in the day. I’d Continue Reading...