All us guys were so bored the summer after 10th grade, it sounded like a good idea when Brent said, “Hey! Let’s go out to Rat-Trap!”
I mean, that wasn’t something you did. Oh, sometimes tough guys went out there to drink or fish with guys they knew from school, and sometimes somebody who came from there would go back to visit. Nobody just went there.
He never took the alley home, but he did when we came back from our anniversary week at the resort. The rear garage door creaked and rumbled from disuse, stuck partway, then inched up far enough for him to pull in. I was afraid it would stick, but it closed more smoothly than it opened.
Wednesday is Food Day here, so today’s post has food in it. I’ve been a bit dark this week, but today’s post is, I think anyone will agree, jolly. The Frog Sandwich and magic milk are things I made for kids and grandkids. Yeah, we…
