In the summer of 1972, we spent a lot of nights sleeping on top of an old stone well in the woods.
We'd bring snacks and drinks, listening to Deep Purple and Led Zeppelin on a cheap little cassette player.
The stars seemed to always be out and the moon shone brightly over our mosquito-swarmed heads.
We didn't have jobs so it didn't matter how well we slept.
There would always be time for a short nap on the hammock in between hard-played games of baseball on the bumpy field near the well.
As long as it didn't rain, we'd be OK.
The well is still there, We sure spent alot of time up there. Its a wonder no one fell in or off. I cant imagine sleeping on that concrete now, I wouldnt be able to move for a month.
Posted by: sue | August 18, 2008 at 04:03 PM
Great memories at the well, Sue. It's branded in my bank of childhood memories. Jimmy Wetzel, Bob Scully, Butch Devins, Vicki Roy, Sue Carter...
Posted by: Dan | August 18, 2008 at 04:52 PM