Another Day with Larry
Christmas, and Other Holidays,
at Our House
at Our House
The grays, and Dad, taught me some valuable lessons that day. I learned that the most attractive or the most flashy may not be the best. I learned that if you keep your head while others do not, if you work together, and if you pull your own load, you can accomplish almost anything. I learned that Dad understood horses, and that he had a wisdom that I am still trying to learn.
In later life in the military and working in the prison service, I went through one riot, commanded a riot squad for several years, taught firearms, and was on an armed escape hunt. I looked for people like those grays and tried to always have people like that around me. The officers on emergency squads who talk big about “going to kick butt,” etc., are often the ones who get people hurt. I like and trust the ones who draw their gear, thoroughly inspect it, try to learn as much as possible about the situation, and then go off to a corner and lie down and at least try to sleep while waiting. They’re the ones who will do the job and keep their heads.
We always walked through the carnival, but we didn’t spend much time there. We spent most of our time in the livestock barns, the farm machinery displays, and the exhibit areas. We watched a few trotter races. The livestock parade was in the evening, and the fireworks display was at darkness, about 9:00 P.M. It was the best fireworks display I’ve ever seen.
We always took a picnic lunch and went back to the car to eat it. That saved money and was better than the concession stands food. One year when I was about 15, we stopped at a beer joint called “The Wagon Wheel” on Route 219 on the top of Elk Mountain on the way home. We went in, and my older brother said that he wanted a Pabst Blue Ribbon.
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