Monday, July 03, 2006

97 of 210 : Chuck

Those poor bats. Violently roused from their sleep by fire and smoke, they flew wildly up from the dry well and collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. Chuck and I thought it great sport, and did it again and again. How could we have been capable of such cruelty?


At Monday, July 03, 2006 7:07:00 AM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Childhood has such a dark side...poor bats.

At Sunday, May 16, 2010 8:06:00 PM, Blogger Mal the Elder said...

What? Was that us on STX? Mmm, could have been---I remember a deep old well...and M-80's.

At Sunday, May 16, 2010 10:15:00 PM, Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...


This was the well in the old sugarmill at the juncture of my road and Centerline, not the well that we went to with Mark.


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