When I was a kid, I hung outside a lot. My Mom was one of those "Play Outside!" parents. So we played outside. We could come in for meals and to use the bathroom, but we basically lived outside. I was very fortunate to grow up next door to my grandparents. I had an aunt who was my age and some uncles who were a little older. I am sure I was an annoying seven year old girl when I followed my Uncle Ray around the yard. If he was outside, I was there. And he, being a young man, also didn't want to spend much time in the house with his parents. I watched him work on his Corvair that he had parked at the curb. I waited for him to come home and watched him leave. The poor guy. He couldn't shake a shadow like me. I remember him being a jolly young man. He was always humming or singing that Tex Ritter song, "I Got Spurs That Jingle, Jangle, Jingle."
RIP Uncle Ray!
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