papaOU
07-02-2009, 12:26 AM
Up on the north side 2 blocks and 50 million dollars away from Nichols Hills, I got on my bike every summer morning and pretty much stayed on it all day. My mom would call me home by going outside and honking the horn on our car. We had a "bicycle trail" down the street (really a dirt road) from my house in a vacant lot. It started on a high spot, circled downhill in a big sweeping curve then ended up taking you over a big jump. Fun!
We dug a "fort" in another vacant lot then covered it with old boards we picked up around the neighborhood then dirt on top of the boards. There was a tunnel on each end - one went up through an old oil drum with both ends out of it and the other was covered with one of those lids. We played cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, read comic books (sometimes a treasured Playboy), drank Mr. Cola, ate Baby Ruths or peanuts and often swiped a cigarette or cigar from our dads. Light was an old "smudge pot" someone snatched from a road construction site.
Those were the days...
"smudge pot"! Now that brings back memories. Why did they resemble a bomb from an old movie or a cartoon? Didn't the smoke from the think get heavy?
We dug a "fort" in another vacant lot then covered it with old boards we picked up around the neighborhood then dirt on top of the boards. There was a tunnel on each end - one went up through an old oil drum with both ends out of it and the other was covered with one of those lids. We played cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, read comic books (sometimes a treasured Playboy), drank Mr. Cola, ate Baby Ruths or peanuts and often swiped a cigarette or cigar from our dads. Light was an old "smudge pot" someone snatched from a road construction site.
Those were the days...
"smudge pot"! Now that brings back memories. Why did they resemble a bomb from an old movie or a cartoon? Didn't the smoke from the think get heavy?