Coke or Pepsi?

Growing up in our subdivision in the 70's was very comfortable. Never, ever, except vacation were our doors locked. My parents never gave me a key to the house nor did I ever see them with one. What did we need keys for anyway? I know for a fact that most of our neighbors never locked their doors either. Almost like the taking of the census, we knew who locked and who didn't. There was no crime in Indian Hills. Or was there? Sure there was. Gardens raided for midnight camp out snacks, wood piles raided for those camp outs (hear me Steve Bobic, sorry man) car windows soaped, bicycles borrowed for late night cruises, drink machines jimmied not for the coins but for the content, toilet paper stretched across the road so the drivers would lock their brakes because they couldn't tell that it was just toilet paper, the inevitable papering of some randomly picked yard, the always hilarious burning bag of doggie poop, the ding and dash at four am, man that pissed off more that a few grouchy men. nocturnal knocks on certain female's bedroom windows. Most of those were upstairs so a few tossed gravel usually did the trick.

The one that really bothered me was the actual theft of property. I loved mischief but stealing did not sit well with my soul.

Oneida Court, second house on the right, Jan's next door neighbors were some of the nicest people that God ever graced His world with and they still are to this day. Plus their daughter, the oldest one was super hot, the youngest was just a little one then. She turned out very nicely too and now lives on the other side of her parent's house. David and Wanda Thomas you are the heart of America and I sincerely apologize for stealing the drinks from your carport. I'm sure you blamed the children for sneaking a coke or pepsi but it Jan and me. Sixteen ounce bottles in those old wooden crates.

If you ever want to meet these people, David and Wanda Thomas, Robin Thomas Stackhouse and Margaret Thomas Cloninger you can find them at almost all Sullivan Central football games. Robin lives away but at a game is where I last saw her.

Sorry David. I want to be like you when I grow up.