CAMPING OUT
When I was a teenager I used to camp out with my best friend Gus Fowler who lived on Greenwood Avenue in a big white house the next street over from our house on McKennie. We would camp out regardless of the weather or temperature because his father worked for the ATF and let us use his government sleeping bags that kept us warm as toast in the winter. Many of our friends camped out with us. I had a paper route and my papers were dropped off early, at Company 18 Fire Hall on Gallatin Road. They would help me deliver my route which we delivered on foot or by bicycle. We would usually have them delivered by daylight. My most memorable night was the night that my Aunt Didi grounded me for something I had done and of course I couldn't camp out. I was determined to get my way, however; and went to bed fully dressed. After everyone was asleep I eased out of bed and for what seemed like an eternity I quietly unlocked the door. Just as slowly and carefully I locked the door back ...