Part 3: Say “Pickle!” The guys we went to the Old Road with were the undisputed “bad boys” at our school. The kind of boys that teachers and students were both afraid of, mostly because they didn’t care about anything. Rules, common courtesy and social norms didn’t matter to them. And when you’re trying to …
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The Old Road, Part 2
Part 2: Who puked on the stairs? When we weren’t at the Old Road, you could find us at a handful of houses where parents either didn’t care what we were doing or just weren’t around. This list didn’t include my house. But one house that seemed to never have parents around was Captain’s. In …
The Old Road, Part 1
Part 1: There are beavers everywhere and no one cares. The guys called our favorite hang-out spot “the old road.” It was a good name because the spot was literally an old, crumbling road only accessible by foot. When you were on the old road, you could see the faded yellow traffic divider lines in …
