tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20709101.post1165912657219440412..comments2023-10-09T03:48:25.161-08:00Comments on Tales From Boyland : Sometimes it Floods: day 8JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14273152140036894504noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20709101.post-54511564639596801632014-10-09T05:24:07.439-08:002014-10-09T05:24:07.439-08:00Lannie Hamilton: When I was a kid we lived in rura...Lannie Hamilton: When I was a kid we lived in rural Delaware for a while (think Tennessee, Kentucky). My Dad used to take us for drives in a convertible on what we called tree roads. I remember lying back against the convertible top (folded down) arms stretched to the air, as we drove slowly under canopies of trees on single winding roads. The shade was complete. The trees were huge. There was no traffic. We have wide open spaces in the West. This does not mean the East lacks beauty or adventure.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com