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by William Crisp
There are a few quiet moments in my yard that force me to think back to my youth with retrospection. I’m currently having one of those moments. I was one of many sons who spent much of my young life, when not grounded or in detention, playing in the woods. What boys do while playing in the woods would make many strong men squeamish and maybe a couple Billy-goats puke.
(Full Story available on the newsstands, in this week’s Cameron County Echo)