Going through Kroger awhile ago, I noticed all the Halloween stuff
already out for sale. Our little town of Pleasant Hope, Missouri was
really a quiet place, just kinda bumping along at a very slow
pace...yessir, real quiet place...well, there was that one Halloween in
1953 when we, err, them boys, stole an outhouse, put it on a pick up
truck and carried it to school late that
night, hooked it to the rope on the flag pole and pulled it all the way
to the top, swaying in the wind. that same bunch of wild Ozark boys
then took a manure spreader, full of the stuff, where someone had just
cleaned out their barn but hadn't spread it yet, and somehow, it ended
up on the front porch of the School Principals house, Mr. Keltner was
his name, and I don't think he ever really got over it and carried a
grudge until us boys left school for life on the outside. Yessir,
Pleasant Hope was sure a quiet little town.......wonder how long the
statue of limitations is for stealing outhouses and manure spreaders?
Them dang mean boys..... -Stan
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