and that tar would stick to your feet, right?
I hated that
The ONLY thing worse than that tar sticking to your bare feet was it sticking to your sneakers and you then tracked it across Mom’s sparkling clean kitchen floor. I remember poor old Mom breaking down in tears after that.
Yep, it was kind of amazing how much hot tar we could collect on the bottom of our feet by the end of a day.
I bet kids don’t even go barefooted anymore, for entire days.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)