My daddy raised chickens and pheasants so we had a lot of rotten eggs whenever a new batch hatched (not all of them hatched). We'd get a bucket or two full of rotten eggs, climb in the back of the pickup (not sitting down but leaning on the top of the cab), and drive out of town on FM 881 tossing eggs at the road signs out over the cab like a tank firing it's cannon. Splash and splatter. The local cops saw us from time to time and never said a word. Riding back there was a normal as 10 year olds driving the tractor to town because they didn't need the license they didn't have to drive a car on the street but there were no restrictions on tractors. --Ediger
On Fri, Oct 2, 2009 at 1:17 PM, Mixon Bill <bmixon...@austin.rr.com> wrote: > > When I think of the fun I had when I was a kid doing things that are now > illegal.... -- Mixon > ---------------------------------------- > The world did not end yesterday, as I had predicted. > I regret any inconvenience. > ---------------------------------------- > You may "reply" to the address this message > came from, but for long-term use, save: > Personal: bmi...@alumni.uchicago.edu > AMCS: edi...@amcs-pubs.org or sa...@amcs-pubs.org > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --------------------------------------------------------------------- > Visit our website: http://texascavers.com > To unsubscribe, e-mail: texascavers-unsubscr...@texascavers.com > For additional commands, e-mail: texascavers-h...@texascavers.com > >
