Finding new and preferably disgusting ways to degrade a friend’s mother, was always held in high regard.
Vern didn’t just mean being off limits inside the junkyard or fudging on our folks or going on a hike up the railroad tracks to Harlow. He meant those things, but it seems to me now there was more and that we all knew it. Everything was there and around us. We knew exactly who we were and exactly where we were going. It was grand.