fat rat
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I would have to go back to early 60’s, growing up in WNY surrounded by water. As a young lad (my elders always called me a dirty little rat) I was always hanging out at a nasty creek off our property . it was fed by chemical and petroleum plant run off, I never swam or fell in it. I was young real young my little whacked out brain was on a roll. My best buddy Andy, son of an architect, we got to thinking. We were building little hang outs already in the creek side. They were replacing telephone poles on our road, our mines are rolling, so we talked with the foreman and he said yes and then he said how long do you want them my friend Andy pops up and 8’! we already secured a piece of plywood and some nails. So we are off rolling these things down to the creek side , grab our sheet of plywood and started hammering, we used rocks, that old school kid right there! We hesitated at first and since I was smaller I was nominated.i had a ten foot tree truck already, I hop n Andy pushed me off laughing it worked, I swung around picked him up and we’re the first boat (raft) to float the well known Stink Run!
My friends family eventually bought a cabin at a local lake it been non stop since a couple years ago . My last boat.
My friends family eventually bought a cabin at a local lake it been non stop since a couple years ago . My last boat.