[WayzataJOHNN]

Snowforts!

Now there is real fun!

As youngsters back home, we had kids who’d break our forts down, and then an uncle showed us how to make ice blocks and how to weld them together with water. Once you had them in place and solid as a masonry wall, we’d coat it with snow. When the big kids hit it looking to knock it over, they left under a barrage of snowballs and catcalls, and half dislocated shoulders. One of those forts was good until Feb. at least.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Breakfast is on me today, I’m already at the coffee shop.

Fried Ham steaks
Hashbrowns
Toast
Milk
Coffee
Juice
and a HUGE Cinnamon Roll with icing, hot out of the oven and drenched in butter.

Wakie, wakie, time to roll out and grab hot food and a new day.

[tongue-tied]

Ha! I share the same memories of reinforced forts, and finally getting one over on the big kids. Too funny!

As I remember we also got over on the same crowd during a mud ball fight during the summer. We were small enough to scurry under a tangle of tree branches and logs piled up when a farmer had cleared a new portion of his field. As they'd chase us to the section we had just ducked under, we'd suddenly pop up behind them and pelt them with 3-4 mud balls and disappear again.

Wow. 40 some years ago, and I can remember most of their names. Strange what sticks with you over the years, and yet you cannot remember where you put your keys 30 minutes ago.