A country boy can survive but will their mom?
There is nothing wrong with a barefoot country boy, I tell myself most every day. In the seventies, we all ran wild without shoes. No sunscreen. No bug spray. No worries. It was a different world. Our parents didn’t hover, they hosed us off when we got too muddy, and we went on our way. Being kids. Being carefree. Being us. My brother used to shoot meadowlarks in the pasture and we’d roast them in the driveway. I was maybe six, my brother eight years old at the time. We hunted together in the fields of the Sierra Nevada foothills […]