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moving more than just a shed

My earliest memories are a bit blurry. The first that comes to mind was sitting in the garage at my grandparents house. The building had just been finished. The men were sitting around in a circle, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer out of stubby bottles. I was five and amused myself but finding the bottoms of beers and having sips for myself.

That’s when I first learned that beer bottles with just a bit left were also used to put out smokes. I had a mouthful of beer and cigarette all at once. I was a five year old Tom Waits hanging with the old dudes and lovin’ every minute of it.

The only memory that really stands out before that was when they moved the store. The ‘store’ and office for the campground is as old as I am. It didn’t always live where it is now. It’s been moved twice in its life and expanded since then. When it was first built, it was a 24 x 24 building set on railway ties. It was positioned down the hill from Floyd’s house - the old Webber homestead.

When I was very …