Two other bums
tripped over him on the tracks

For history and legend sakes, certain attributes, character traits if you will, have to be appointed here at the beginning of This Old House (C. 1742), home for half a century of my life.

Before I knew what was going on, at twelve years of age, I saw what was going on… with Putney Grimes, who owned the Pioneer Grocery and General Store near my house, and one of his customers, Maxine Greenery.

The boy came down his street and saw a ladder leaning against a house, but he did not see anybody on the ladder or on the roof of the house.

I saw it all, from the very beginning, heard it all, too, every word rising on the air … in our first classroom, in church, everywhere it happened, you name the place and I was there.

The argument took place in front of the whole forest crowd, the hawk and the eagle exclaiming their talons were the sharpest in the world, the quickest and could hold more in one grasp than any other pair of talons, or the clutch of any animal in the forest.

Young Trace Gregson, thin and curly at eleven and generally happy-faced, cringed whenever he saw Dirty Molly Sadow.

Every workday morning two men met at the bus stop in their
neighborhood.

Those in the know say it was a miracle in the offing, this turnaround of John Caliber who wanted to be a poet

All the way back to the last Fourth of July the boys had saved a cache of fireworks, the three pals, Snag and Chris and Charlie B, all twelve years old within three days of each other.