On hot days I would walk off the end of the dock into the river and on lucky days on that same dock I would notch a couple 'Crappie catches' off on the hand railing with my yellow boat knife...I was lucky so often that my father's fragile ego had people come in and tear our that part of the dock because the innumerable notches served as humiliating reminder to him that I am a Superior angler I am sure. (If he doesn't think that is how it happened then I am sure his analysis should just about get him to that conclusion!)
I can't say how much some of the times spent in that home and around New Bern and Pinetown meant to me! Thanks...
"The horse raced past the barn fell."
"Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo"
Psycholinguistics makes me question my direction in school. Okay , i'll concede that I can neither spell words arrange them correctly or even utter them in a manner which is generally understood by all...on a good day. But Linguistics and Psycholinguistics get me all ah'titter! Just look at feral kids yo!