Perry Robert's post

       I walked quickly through the bird park tossing my softball back and forth with

Perry Roberts. We had just left the Barfield Summer Day Camp and I was headed for a

friend's house.  We were meandering through the park past one of the concrete picnic

tables and the open pit shelter on oyur way over the wooden bridge spanning Ellerbe

Creek. I suddenly spotted a squirrel sitting on a low, overhanging branch.

     I jokingly told Perry, "Watch this throw"! I threw the ball as hard as a 10 year old

could throw and to my shock, the squirrel fell to the ground--dead as it could be.  I

scrounged around and found acloth bag in the trash by one picnic bench, scooped up the

squirrel and we rushed off to show off my prowess to Crawford Jobe on Glendale

Avenue.

      Perry and I ran across the bridge and up the tree lined hill to Glendale Avenue.

When we reached the stone stanchions marking the end of the walkway, Perry turned

down by CLub Boulevard School to his home while I climbed the hill to Crawford's house

with my prize possession hugged close to my side.

      Mrs. Jobe saw me at the door and directed me to the basement where Crawford

was "working". I came in exclaiming to him about my awesome throwing arm killing a

squirrel and opened my bag to confirm it. I turned the bag open and the dead squirrel ran

all over Crawford on his way out the opened door. I never have figured out how that

squirrel shot directly up the steps and out of the basement without being confused or

helpless, but I did learn at least one big lesson that day.

     Don't be bragging about something you are not sure of being true. We are all

going to have to pay for our pride and our bragging and sometimes it may involve an

innocent observer being hurt.(Not that Crawford was always inocent, nor always an

observer only).