Originally Posted by
Drew Wiley
Nope. Just another hillbilly in a cowboy and Indian town (literally) - a high school district larger than six New England states, literally back then, but mostly uninhabited. All my old running pals are apparently still alive - something pretty rare in that demographic. Almost 50% of my high school class was dead by the 10th
reunion. No sense telling any stories. Flatlanders would never believe them anyway. Anyone from that part of the world would. I've seen just too many Country
Western songs play out in real life. But it was the Reservations that where the violence really got out of hand. One of my ole crosscountry cronies has since established a school to try to keep at least one of the local dialects alive, and some of the authentic culture. Another became a bigwig in the Forest Service - I'm
really surprised, in his case, that he survived those three-man shoulder stands climbing waterfalls (he was the little guy at the top, who had to tie the rope off).
We sure did a lot of dumb things as kids, but's that's just the way it was in the mountains. ... No danger of injury or getting crippled - we made certain of that -
if we did fall, it was going to be unequivocally fatal.
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