The Unexpected Visitor
I sometimes hate admitting to my age, but sometimes people change their minds about things, and age is the only explanation. In my case, age has given me the ability to stand back and talk later in life about things earlier in life that I would not talk about. When I was 13 and living in Platte Woods, Missouri, there was a tiny forest-like area behind our house. Occasionally deer might come into or near the yard, and we weren't terribly surprised by the occasional raccoon. But it was quite a treat sometimes to go out into that forest, just to think, thanks to a path accessible from the back of our yard. It wasn't the most well-trodden path but it was good enough to snake into the thick portion of the forest and towards Lake Waukomis, where the less frugal suburbanites lived. Often I went as far as where the path crossed a small stream, which was no wider than four feet or so. To cross it required walking over the stream and walking up to a higher embankment. Normally, I would ...