In another instance of “being ahead of my time”, I was doing this when I was a kid long before Personal Computers were ever invented! How? You may wonder. Read on… When Tim and I were kids, we spent quite a bit of time “messing around at the dump”.  Of course these days “dumps” are known as “Sanitary Landfills”.  (How a bunch of garbage and trash could be made “sanitary” is beyond me).  The Berlin Township Dump was on Berlin Road and is now the site of the Berlin Township Utility Yard. As I see it now with the old dump all covered over, it looks so small. When we were kids it seemed so vast. Of course EVERYTHING that looked big to us as kids now looks small from our adult perspective. Take for instance when you’re at the grocery store and see orange sherbet “pushups” and ice cream bars. You buy some and hurry home to eat them (or eat some on the way home like I usually do), and you realize how “small” they are. When we were kids they seemed so big! When Walt Disney put out the song’ “It’s a Small World After All”, he must have had this same perspective in mind.  When I came home from college and the service, everything looked smaller, the house, the barns, my bank account, etc. I guess this perspective is part of “growing up”. Once and a while I’ll get on my knees and haunch down to get a “kid perspective of the surroundings and everything then “looks big” which lends credence to my theory that it’s all a matter of size and perspective.  Tim and I and usually Tom B. would head for the dump on a Saturday and rummage around to see what we could find that was interesting and/or useful.  We did have some fun things go awry from time to time, check this out.  Quite often we would find some “gizmo” (i.e. junk) that we would find “useful” of heaven only knows what and take home with us.  We would all be walking in trash up to our knees and kicking through everything. My most “infamous” find was an old pair of Wellington Boots I found and dug out of the rubble. I doubt they were my size but I wore them for 2 years! From then on, after the boots “wore out”, I’ve been wearing Wellington and Cowboy boots ever since. I guess that was the start of my love of boots. Someday, when I get around to viewing the old slides, I will take a picture of the screen and post a picture of Tim and I waiting to go to “The Note” one Saturday night with me wearing a NEW pair of black Wellingtons I had just gotten for Christmas. I figure that our mother was finally tired of me walking around for 2 years in those old worn out “dump boots” I had plucked from the dump and “rebooted” for a new lease on life, and got me a new pair of black Wellingtons! It’s very comical because in those days in the mid 60’s all of us guys wore “pegged pants”. “Pegged Pants” were altered to be “skin tight” because it was “Cool” in those days since only “Nerds” and sissies wore “baggy” pants. Tim and I were “cool”; we took all of our “baggy” Levis to our Grandmother Sommers to be “pegged” so they fit so tight that they looked like they were “painted on”. In those days all of our trousers “fit like a cheap hotel”, errr, never mind… I want to keep my “Safe Surfing” Rating!  J (Wellllll, OK if you must know; they didn’t have any b-llroom like a cheap hotel. Get it! Tee Hee). (Hey, I make NO apologies for being very conservative).  I looked rather comical in that slide because the Levi’s fit so tightly that I couldn’t pull my pant legs down over the big Wellington Boots. I looked like Frankenstein from my calves on down. Even though these days when “baggie” pants are “in”, being never one to follow trends or fads, I STILL wear tight blue jeans with Wellington and/or Cowboy Boots 99.9932% of the time. The jeans are “self-pegging” since they shrink so much after washing. However, since I buy “boot cut” jeans, I can pull my pant legs over the boots. Sometimes though I wear them inside my boots for 2 reasons. First, I think it gives me a “sense of my youth”, and second, to me it just feels good to walk with no hems flopping. Once and a while at horseshows some gal will say to me, “Hey your pant legs fell inside your boots”.  I just say, “Thank you”, and sadly pull them down over my boots the rest of the show time (or until if and when they leave). Hey! no one ever told The Lone Ranger, Gene Autry, or any other 1950’s cowboy that their pant legs have “fallen into their boots”! Hmmm, No wonder I take Paxil and all kinds of other “crazy” prescription drugs!!!