My entire family loves to camp but we’re also lazy. I’m the Queen of Convenience and there’s nothing I like better than to find out that I can spend a little more time in a lawn chair or the lake because of some gadget or gizmo.
They always say that time flies when you are having fun.
Editor’s note: The following is one of the winning essays from the annual “Patriot’s Pen” contest, sponsored by the Leo Mann VFW Post 8671. Additional essays will be printed in coming weeks as space is available.
Dear Phil,
I debated whether I should write you before groundhog day but decided that it might sound like a threat. After all, I think I’ve made my position pretty clear in years past – I don’t want six more weeks of bad weather. Not EVER.
My family and I are relatively new to the Gurdon community, but I have always felt like Gurdon was home.
I dread the coming of the lottery. Let me make it very clear that I’m not making any kind of political or social statement there.
Several summers ago my dad and I set off for a backpacking trip in Southwestern Colorado. We spent almost all of the first two days driving to Durango, Colo., and then spent too much time searching for a "big 'o tire."
