Random Question: The Look on Your Face

Picture there is a Styrofoam cup with a lid and a straw sticking out of it. It is sitting on the stand next to your recliner. Now picture yourself sitting back in your recliner with a laptop computer on your lap and you’re catching up on all the Facebook postings. Without thinking you reach for the Styrofoam cup, put the straw between your lips and take a big swig. You were fully expecting your tongue to be bathed in the icy sweetness of the cola that usually inhabits a Styrofoam cup. But instead, your mouth fills with the semi-warm and not very sweet beer you smuggled out of the Mexican restaurant you ate in that evening. Question is; how would you describe the look on your face at that instant?

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  1. After reading your “Youthful Summers Along Paint Creek” it occurred to me that the boys in Leesburg during that time period experienced much the same thing. Most of us learned to swim in Lees Creek down at the ball park along route 28, or at the bottom of Creek (Crick) Street behind the Crabtree boy’s house.

    Another favorite spot was East Monroe Falls along Rattlesnake Creek. It truly was, and I imagine still is, one of Nature’s beautiful places. After a long day baling hay we used to grab our clean clothes, a bar of Ivory Soap (it floats) and head for the falls to clean up and end the work day with a fun, refreshing swim. I know my mother was pleased that we didn’t completely destroy the bathroom after a day working in the hay.

    There was an old gentleman that used to fish at East Monroe Falls from a huge rock on the east side of the pool. He used a rod and reel and bait that looked like if was for deep-sea fishing. I was always curious what the heck he was fishing for until he caught a catfish that looked like it was nearly as big as us. I never jumped into that pool from the top of the falls again without thinking about landing on a big old catfish.

    I can’t imagine that any video game or chilling at the mall or whatever could ever compare to those days as a kid growing up in a small town in southern Ohio in the 50’s and 60’s. What great times we had back then. If I could go back I wouldn’t change a thing.

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